A guy was in Spain to watch the bullfights.
As he walks out of the stadium, he is drawn towards a nearby restaurant by the fragrant aromas wafting out of the front doors. He walks into the restaurant, and sits down.
At this point, he notices the guy sitting at the table next to him being served big, juicy bull's balls, pan-seared to perfection. Mouth watering, he summons the waiter and orders the same dish.
"I'm sorry Senor," the waiter told him. "We only have one bull per fight, and these fights only happen once a month. We CAN however, place you on the waiting list and we'll contact you when you turn comes."
Returning hom from his vacation, the man brags to his wife that he will soon be taking her on a true gastronomic experience, and proceeds to extoll the Bull's Balls that they would soon be dining on.
Finally, after a long wait of 2 months, the man receives a call from the restaurant.
Sitting down at his table, the very same waiter serves up a platter covered by a shiny, silver lid. The man gleefully rubs his hands as he and his wife wait anxiously for their cuisine to be uncovered.
However, when the plate covers are removed, the man is shocked to find two shrivelled pieces of meat lying sad and deflated on the bare platter.
Angrily, he summons the waiter once again.
"WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? THIS IS NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE LAST GUY HAD! I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"
Calmly, the waiter replies,
"Well Senor, sometimes the bull wins..."