A Young Couple Is On Their Honeymoon

A young couple is on their honeymoon. The husband is sitting

in the bathroom on the edge of the bathtub saying to

himself, “Now how can I tell my wife that I’ve got

really smelly feet and that my socks absolutely stink?

I’ve managed to keep it from her while we were dating, but

she’s bound to find out sooner or later that my feet

stink. Now how do I tell her?” Meanwhile, the wife is

sitting in the bed saying to herself, “Now how do I tell

my husband that I’ve got really bad breath? I’ve been

very lucky to keep it from him while we were courting, but

as soon as he’s lived with me for a week, he’s bound to

find out. Now how do I tell him gently?” The husband

finally plucks up enough courage to tell his wife and walks

into the bedroom. He walks over to the bed, climbs over to

his wife, puts his arm around her neck, moves his face very

close to hers and says, “Darling, I’ve got a confession

to make.” She says, “So have I, love. ” To which he

replies, “Don’t tell me, you’ve eaten my socks.”