There's One, Only!

That stinks.

Since I don't have anything worthwhile to say today, but I want to change the date in the calendar on the left to blue, here's a bad joke.

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."

To which he replies, "Don't tell me, you've eaten my socks."