On the first night of their honeymoon, a husband wasn’t sure how to tell his bride about his stinky feet and smelly socks. At the same time, the new bride was wondering how to break the news to him about her awful breath, which she had covered up throughout their dating.

After some soul-searching, the husband gathered his nerve and said, "I have a confession."

The bride drew closer, peered into his eyes, and said, "Darling, so do I."

Recoiling, the husband said, "Don’t tell me... you’ve eaten my socks."