Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot,
takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River
Seine. It's a beautiful day and loveis in the air.
Marie leans over to Pierre and says: 'Pierre, kiss
me!' Our hero grabs abottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips.
'What are you doing, Pierre?', says the startled Marie.
'I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have red meat,
I like to have red wine! She smiles and they start kissing. When things
began to heat up a little, Marie says, 'Pierre, kiss me lower.' Our hero
tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring
it all over her breasts. 'Pierre! What are you doing?', asks the bewildered
Marie. I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I like to
have white wine!' They resume their passionate interlude and things really
steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers,
'Pierre, kiss me lower!' Our hero rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle
of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights it
on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. Standing waist deep, Marie
throws her arms upwards
and screams furiously, 'PIERRE, WHAT IN THE HELL DO
YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?'
Our hero stands up, defiantly, and says, 'I am Pierre
the fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!'