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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!' Pierre 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 French fighter pilot! When I have red meat,
I have red wine!'
She smiles and they start kissing.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie says,
'Pierre , kiss me lower.' Our hero tears her blouse open,
grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts.
'Pierre ! What are you doing now?' asks the bewildered Marie.
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot!
When I have white meat,
I have white wine!' She giggles and they resume their
passionate interlude: and things really steam up.
Marie leans close to his ear and whispers,
'Pierre , kiss me much lower!'
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac
and pours it in her lap.
He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine.
Standing waist deep,
Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously,
'PIERRE , WHAT IN THE *#@% DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?'
Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot!
If I go down, I go down in flames!'
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!' Pierre 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 French fighter pilot! When I have red meat,
I have red wine!'
She smiles and they start kissing.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie says,
'Pierre , kiss me lower.' Our hero tears her blouse open,
grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts.
'Pierre ! What are you doing now?' asks the bewildered Marie.
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot!
When I have white meat,
I have white wine!' She giggles and they resume their
passionate interlude: and things really steam up.
Marie leans close to his ear and whispers,
'Pierre , kiss me much lower!'
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac
and pours it in her lap.
He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine.
Standing waist deep,
Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously,
'PIERRE , WHAT IN THE *#@% DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?'
Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot!
If I go down, I go down in flames!'