Once Young couple were 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
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
confession to make."
And she says, "So have I, love."
To which he replies, "Don't tell me, you've eaten my socks."