A couple check into a hotel and take the honeymoon suite; minutes after checking in, the groom leaves with fishing gear and doesn't return for two hours, and only then to stop in the suite for a few minutes before leaving again for two more hours.
This goes on all afternoon before the desk clerk finally speaks his mind.
"Excuse me," he said,"You've been out all day on your honeymoon with your lovely bride all alone upstairs."
"Oh well, we can't really consumate our relationship on account my wife has the gonorrhea."said the groom.
"Uh, oh," stammered the clerk,"I'm sorry, but have you considered some, shall we say, alternative activity...like oral?"
"Well, she's also got the pyorrhea...the bleeding gums."
"Okay, how about..."the clerk leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "anal?"
"Diarrhea."
"Well, I'm sorry, but why did you marry such a train wreck of a woman?" asked the clerk.
"Well," smiled the groom,"she's also got worms, and I love to go fishin'"
