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 love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says,
“Pierre, kiss me!” Our hero grabs a bottle 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, 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!”