I think I’m going to move countries and continents to a little Spanish town called Sort (Luck in Catalan). I read this week that his town, nestling in the foothills of the Pyrenees, sold tickets worth €15 million in their last lottery draw for El Gordo (literally ‘The Fat One’ – referring to the size of the lottery). After I’ve moved, I’m going to head on down to a shop called La Bruixa d’Or (Golden Witch) which has apparently sold more tickets than any other Spanish outlets, and has sold winning tickets quite a few times in the past. After buying myself a ticket there, I’m going to win myself a good chunk of cash and spend all my days sipping Spanish beer and enjoying the sunshine…. How’s that for a New Year’s resolution??
Courtesy of Craziest Jokes: “A man travels to Spain and goes to a Madrid restaurant for a late dinner. He orders the house special and is brought a plate with potatoes, corn and two large meaty objects.
“What’s this?” he asks. “Conjones, senor,” the waiter explains.
“What are conjones?” asks the man. “Conjones,” replies the waiter, “are the testicles of the bull that lost at the arena this afternoon.”
At first the man is disgusted, but being the adventurous type, he decides to try this local delicacy. To his amazement, it is quite delicious. In fact, it is so good that he decides to come back again the next night and order it again.
After the dinner the man informed the waiter that these were even better than the paid he had the previous afternoon but the portion was much smaller.
“Senor,” the waiter explains. “The bull does not lose every time.”
