A man goes to Spain and attends a bullfight. Afterwards he goes to a nearby restaurant and orders the specialty of the day. The waiter brings him two very big balls on a huge plate, which the tourist eats with relish.
The next day he goes to the same restaurant again, once again orders the specialty of the day, and he is brought two very big balls on a huge plate. It tastes even more scrumptious.
The third day he does the same and the fourth, but on the fifth day he goes to the restaurant and orders the specialty of the day, and they bring him two very small balls on a big plate. The man asks, “What gives?”
And the waiter says, “Senor, the bullfighter doesn’t always win!”
A man goes to Spain and attends a bullfight. Afterwards he goes to a nearby restaurant and orders the specialty of the day. The waiter brings him two very big balls on a huge plate, which the tourist eats with relish.
The next day he goes to the same restaurant again, once again orders the specialty of the day, and he is brought two very big balls on a huge plate. It tastes even more scrumptious.
The third day he does the same and the fourth, but on the fifth day he goes to the restaurant and orders the specialty of the day, and they bring him two very small balls on a big plate. The man asks, “What gives?”
And the waiter says, “Senor, the bullfighter doesn’t always win!”
Misschien klaart Juan José Padilla weer wat op na het lezen van deze strip:
Of anders wel na deze

Begrijpelijk: zijn rechterhand ziet eruit alsof hij een bowling(bulling?)ongelukje heeft gehad.
tiepies gevalletje ”bad hairday”
@Lockerbie: El Grande Lebowski?
@gewebkijk: en ik maar denken dat het een hoedje was…
En hoeveel kopvoddentax zal hierover nou wel niet worden berekend?
Het is een beetje morsig hoedje, dus dat kan nog wel meevallen. De onderstaande groep zal echter diep in de buidel moeten tasten.

…laat staan deze Hongaarse dames

Kassa!