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    By David Seaton on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 6:07am |

    Bullfighting: don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

    Yesterday in Madrid's San Isidro cycle of corridas de toros.

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    Dogfighting: Fun for the whole family ... except maybe Fido.


    by Donal on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 8:35am

    Cockfighting: Eat mor chikin


    by Donal on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 8:38am


    by EmmaZahn on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 11:07am

    I hereby render unto Emma the Dayly Snap-Shot of the Day Award for this here Dagblog Site, rendered to all of her from all of me. hahhaha


    by Richard Day on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 12:13pm

    love conquers all.

    http://roleplayerguild.com/members/katkry/albums/lookie/103-zebra-and-lion-hug.jpg


    by Obey on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 12:41pm

    "Mmmm...I love zebra for dinner."  (We need to teach you about love, Pug?)   Innocent

     


    by we are stardust on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 12:55pm

    Bullshitting: even a good blogger can learn from the best.


    by quinn esq on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 1:05pm

    Bullfighting is one of the fine arts. Ask Picasso, ask Goya, ask Hemingway... for starters.


    by David Seaton on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 1:34pm

     


    by David Seaton on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 2:00pm

    Apparently, there was a pretty good Jewish bullfighter, I think named Franklin who hailed from Philadelphia, if I recall correctly. I read about him in Michener's Iberia.


    by Peter Schwartz on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 3:02pm

    Sydney Franklin, friend  of Hemingways's


    by David Seaton on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 3:12pm

    A guy on holiday in Spain goes into a restaurant. While deciding what he wants to eat he catches the waft of a delightful smell. He sees another diner eating a huge meal which looks absolutely delicious.

    He asks a waiter what the dish is. The waiter tells him that is bull testicles in a special wine and herb sauce. When he asks the waiter for a serving he is told that there is none left but if he were to come back the following day after the bullfights there would be more available.

    The following day he returns to and true to his word the waiter presents him with a meal which is n utter delight. However one thing puzzles him so he calls over the waiter and asks why the portion was so much smaller than the one he saw the previous day

    To which the waiter replied." Sometimes senor the bull wins”


    by Resistance on Wed, 05/25/2011 - 3:01am

    That is a really good joke, but doesn't translate very well because, actually no matter what happens to the matador, the bull always dies.


    by David Seaton on Wed, 05/25/2011 - 5:05am

    The art of Bullfighting...bunny style.


    by cmaukonen on Wed, 05/25/2011 - 10:10pm