Pierre, a French fighter pilot, took his girlfriend, Marie out for a pleasant little picnic by the river Seine. It's a beautiful day and love was in the air so Marie leaned over to Pierre and said, "Pierre, kiss me!"
So our hero grabbed a bottle of red wine and splashed it on Marie's lips.
"What are you doing, Pierre?" shrieked Marie.
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have red meat
I like to have red wine!"
His answer was good enough for Marie and things began to heat up. So she
said, "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero ripped off her blouse, grabbed a bottle of white wine and starts
pouring it all over her breasts. "Pierre, what are you doing?!"
"My name is Pierre, the French fighter pilot, and when I have white meat I
like to have white wine!"
They resumed their passionate interlude and things really steam up. Marie
leaned over once more and softly whispered into Pierre's ear, "Pierre, kiss me
Pierre tore off her underwear, grabbed a bottle of Cognac and sprinkled it
all over her groin.
He took a match and lit it on fire.
Patting the flames out furiously, Marie screamed, "PIERRE! WHAT ARE YOU
"My name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I go down, I go down