Open Your Throats...
Once there was a little donkey named Leroy who fell in love with a little girl named Pansy. She would visit him each weekend with armfuls of sweet thistle flowers for him to nibble. They would gaze into each other's eyes for minutes and make up explicit stories about what the other was thinking. But there was always the barbed wire divide.
The years flew by and Pansy grew into a young woman. She had many men but could never satisfy the fantasies that had been created as a little girl standing at a barbed wire fence. Leroy grew big and strong and was similarly dissatisfied with his sex life.
I really don't want to go into to much detail here, but this story implies the origins of the term "bucket of honey."