Bull Balls . . .
An American touring Spain stopped at a local restaurant following a day of
sightseeing.
While sipping his sangria, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking
platter of food being served at the next table. Not only did it look good,
the smell was wonderful.
He asked the waiter, "What is that you just served? It looked delicious."
The waiter replied, "Ah señor, you have excellent taste! Those are bulls
testicles from the bull fight this morning. A rare delicacy!"
The American at first was shocked, but then said, "What the hell, I'm on
vacation! Bring me an order!"
The waiter replied, "I am so sorry señor. There is only one serving per day
because there is only one bullfight each morning.
If you come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to serve
you this delicacy!"
The next morning, the American returned, placed his order, and then that
evening he was served the one and only special delicacy of the day.
After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter, he called to
the waiter and said, "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller
than the ones I saw you serve yesterday!"
The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Si señor. Sometimes the bull
wins."
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The Presidential Plane Crash
Air Force One crashed in the middle of rural America. Panic stricken
the Secret Service mobilized and descended on the farm in force. When
they got there, the wreckage was clear. The aircraft was totally
destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that
bordered a farm. Secret Service descended upon the smoking hulk but
could find no remains of the crew or the President's staff.
To their amazement, a lone farmer was plowing a field not too far away
as if nothing at all happened. They hurried over to surround the man's
tractor.
"Sir," the senior Secret Service agent asked, panting and out of
breath. "Did you see this terrible accident happen?"
"Yep. Sure did." The man muttered unconcernedly.
"Do you realize that is the President of the United States airplane?"
"Yep."
"Were there any survivors?" the agent gasped.
"Nope. They's all kilt straight out." The farmer sighed cutting off
his tractor motor. "I done buried them all myself. Took most of the
morning."
"The President of the United States is DEAD?" The agent gulped in
disbelief.
"Well," the farmer sighed, obviously wanting to get back to his work.
"He kept a-saying he wasn't ... but you know what a liar he is."