I used to work with a guy named Dave. I liked Dave. Dave used to have a blue pickup truck he called Ol' Blue. Dave was married, and suspicious that his wife was having an affair.
One day I walked into the driver's office while Dave was talking to another driver about Ol' Blue. The other driver was Jerry. He was about 6'9", and about as thick as a nail. He'd spent hours (literally) walking around gabbing with anyone who'd listen. I nicknamed him "The Tower of Babble."
The Tower of Babble looked at Dave as he was talking about Ol' Blue and said, "You love that truck more than you love your wife!"
I said, "That's because nobody else ever drives his truck."