Many believe its origin lies in the myth that women's gluteus maximus taste like Mead, which is a honey flavored wine. In all actuality, the female gluteus maximus tastes like ass.
Others believe that its origin lies with women's superficial, yet obsessive-compulsive disorder concerning their buttocks. Historians believe that it's possible husbands came up with this euphemism in order to hold up the illusion that their wives' bottom is still firm and admirable. The truth has been found to be contradictory to the illusion in the majority of cases.
Man: Of course not, honey buns!
John: Oh, he took Trish back to his pad. Straight up fixed her up some Honey Buns.
John: Yep. He had enough for a baker's dozen I heard.
Kyle: "C'mon man, can you at least wait till we're out of the church and not while you're in the middle of delivering the sermon to tell me that? This is the 3rd time this week."