His greatest love was his cans of Bud.
He loved the way his tongue caressed those tasty suds.
He loved how those suds felt going down his throat.
He loved all the words on the cans of Bud that were wrote.
He could never take a wife.
His cans of Bud would be his only love for the rest of his life.
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