“On the first night of their honeymoon, the husband isn’t sure how to tell his bride
about his stinky feet and smelly socks, while the wife is wondering how to break the
news to him about her awful breath, which so far, she’s been able to cover up. After
some soul-searching, the husband gathers his nerve and says, “I have a confession.”
She draws closer, peers into his eyes, and says, “Darling, so do I.” Recoiling, he says,
“Don’t tell me—you’ve eaten my socks.”” – Justin Ezzi, Wilmington, California.