A young couple was on
their honeymoon. The
husband was 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 was 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 so he 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 a
c onfession to make.”
And she says, “So have I,
love.” To which he
replies, “Don’t tell me,
you’ve eaten my socks.” …read more