On the first night of their honeymoon, a husband isn’t sure how to tell his new wife about his smelly feet and stinky socks.
Meanwhile, the wife is wondering how to break the news about her awful breath, which she’s so far managed to hide.
After some soul-searching and confidence building, the husband finally plucks up the courage to say: “I have a confession”.
She draws closer, peers into his eyes, and says: “Darling, so do I.”
Immediately recoiling, he says: “Don’t tell me – you’ve eaten my socks?”