From Discover Magazine’s current issue. Aug 1-7, “15,000 drunken cowboys go nuts consuming 2.5 tons of bull’s balls…”
Not to be missed.
They’re all nuts.
Really, I had no need to Discover this.
They sell them at Coors Field in Denver. I always have at least one batch. They’re really pretty good, they don’t call them Rocky Mountain Oysters for nothing.
Gag. Make mine extra well done.
I got nothing to add, except that I read the title as “Flash: Don’t miss the Tentacle Festival”, and wondered what Sunspace had been up to.
Carry on.
And she STEPPED on the ball!
They had to call the whole thing off.
This is technically incorrect on a couple of levels. First, since the balls have been removed, they don’t really belong to the bull anymore. So, they’re not the “bull’s balls.” Second, since the bovines in question don’t have balls anymore, they’re not bulls, they’re steers. So, to be correct, this should read, " … go nuts consuming 2.5 tons of balls formerly belonging to animals formerly known as bulls."
Nah, even I don’t think that’s very funny. Sorry.
They only get to eat four each, because after four balls they have to walk.
I have to second that. That was my first stop at Coors Field. My second one was at the Clock Tower bar. I always had my balls with fries and green chili.
I used to know a guy who had a job unloading trucks. Once he came across a bunch of boxes labeled “bull rods”. His curiosity got the best of him, so he opened one up. Yup.
What they were used for or where they were going, I haven’t a clue.