Pierre, the 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 so Marie leans over to Pierre and says: "Pierre, kiss me!". So our hero grabs a bottle of red wine and passionately splashes it on Marie's lips.
"What are you doing, Pierre?" shrieks Marie.
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have red meat , I like to have red wine!" His answer is good enough for Marie and things begin to heat up. So he says: "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero rips off her blouse, grabs a bottle of white wine and starts pouring it all over her breasts.
"Pierre, what are you doing?!" "Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have white meat, I like to have white wine!" They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up.
Marie leans over once more and softly whispers into his ear: "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Pierre tears off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and sprinkles it all over. He grabs a match and lights it on fire. Patting the flames out furiously, Marie screams: "PIERRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I go down, I go down in flames!"
"What are you doing, Pierre?" shrieks Marie.
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have red meat , I like to have red wine!" His answer is good enough for Marie and things begin to heat up. So he says: "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero rips off her blouse, grabs a bottle of white wine and starts pouring it all over her breasts.
"Pierre, what are you doing?!" "Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have white meat, I like to have white wine!" They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up.
Marie leans over once more and softly whispers into his ear: "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Pierre tears off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and sprinkles it all over. He grabs a match and lights it on fire. Patting the flames out furiously, Marie screams: "PIERRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I go down, I go down in flames!"
