Love Stinks
 

A 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 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 confession to

make."



And she says, "So have I, love."

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To which he replies, "Oh my God,

you've eaten my socks." [/hide]

:crying:

:notworthy

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