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.”
