A young man and a young woman were soon to be married, but they both had a problem they had never told anyone else about.....
A young man and a young woman were soon to be married, but they both had a problem they had never told anyone else about. The man approached his father one day before the wedding and told him about his problem. His feet really stunk, even if he washed them constantly. He was worried that this would scare off his new bride, so he needed a solution, fast. His father pondered the situation and finally told his son to wear socks constantly (even to bed) and always wash his feet whenever he got a chance. The son thought about this and went along happy.
The same day the young lady approached her mother and told her about her problem. Her morning breath was horrid. Her mother reassured her and told her everyone had bad morning breath. The young woman told her mother that this was not normal morning breath but easily the worst in the world. The mother thought about this and came up with this bright idea. She told her daughter to get up earlier than everyone else and don’t say a thing, go make breakfast and then brush her teeth while others are eating. The young woman thought and then ran off to get ready for the wedding, happy.
The couple is married and they are happy, him with his perpetual socks and her with her morning silences. One morning about 5:30 am the young man wakes up to find one sock missing. He starts rustling around in the bed looking for it, which of course wakes up his wife, who without thinking asks what’s wrong.
With a look of shock on his face, the young man says, “Oh my God, you’ve swallowed my sock!”
This man is sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, when his wife sneaks up behind him and swacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.
He asks, “What was that for?”
She replies, “What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it?”
He says, “Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse race? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on.”
She is appeased and goes off to work around the house.
Three days later, he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting. He says, “What’s that for this time?”
She answers, “Your horse called!”
Compiled by Usama Rasheed
