DRUM - - Good Laughs -

A young cou­ple de­cide to wed. As the big day ap­proaches, they grow ap­pre­hen­sive.

Each has an em­bar­rass­ing prob­lem they’ve never be­fore shared with any­one, not even each other.

The groom-to-be, over­com­ing his fear, de­cides to ask his fa­ther for ad­vice.

“Fa­ther,” he says, “I am deeply con­cerned about the suc­cess of my mar­riage.

“I love my fi­ancée, but you know, I have very smelly feet and I’m afraid she’ll be re­volted by the stench.”

“No prob­lem,” the dad says. “All you have to do is wash your feet as of­ten as pos­si­ble, and al­ways wear socks, even to bed.” Well, to him this seems a work­able so­lu­tion. The bride-to-be, over­com­ing her fear, de­cides to take her prob­lem up her mom.

“Mom,” she says, “When I wake up in the morn­ing my breath is truly aw­ful.”

“Honey,” her mother con­soles, “ev­ery­one has bad breath in the morn­ing.”

“No, you don’t un­der­stand. My morn­ing breath is so dis­gust­ingly bad, I’m afraid my new hus­band won’t want to sleep in the same room with me.”

Her mother says sim­ply, “Try this. In the morn­ing, get straight out of bed and head for the bath­room and brush your teeth.

“The key is not to say a word un­til you’ve brushed your teeth. Not a word,” her mother af­firms. Well, she thinks it’s worth a try. The lov­ing cou­ple is fi­nally mar­ried in a beau­ti­ful cer­e­mony.

Not for­get­ting the ad­vice each has re­ceived, he with his per­pet­ual socks and she with her morn­ing si­lence, they man­age quite well. That is, un­til about six months later.

Shortly be­fore dawn, the hus­band wakes with a start to find that one of his socks had come off.

Fear­ful of the con­se­quences, he fran­ti­cally searches the bed.

This, of course, wakes his bride and with­out think­ing, she im­me­di­ately turns to face him and asks, “What on earth are you do­ing?”

“Oh, no!” he gasps in shock, “You’ve eaten one of my socks!”

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