A young couple were on their honeymoon. The husband was sitting in the bathroom saying to
himself, “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 dated, but she’s bound to find out sooner or later.”
Meanwhile, the wife was sitting in the bed saying to herself, “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.”
The husband finally plucks up enough courage to tell his wife and so he walks into the
bedroom. He walks over to the bed, puts his arm around her neck, moves his face very close to
hers and says, “Darling, I’ve a confession to make.”
And she says, “So have I, love.”
To which he replies, “Don’t tell me, you’ve eaten my socks.”