Two Japanese gals were on their first trip to Spain. After
walking the whole day in Madrid they felt hungry. In the street
there a small restaurant with a huge signboard. They flipped their
dictionary to find that the restaurant serve meatballs.
So they went in and order. They were served very delicious big
meatballs. It was so good and nice that they decided to go back
yearly for their cravings.
On the 10th years, they were sorely disappointed with their
meatballs. By now the Japanese gals were fluently in their Spanish
and asked the waiter over and demand an explanation on why the two
meatballs were so small.
The waiter pull a sad face and said " Most of the time the bulls
died, but sometimes the matador dies too."