>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 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 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 THE F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Our 'hero' stands
>and says defiantly,"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go
>down in flames!"
>
>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 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 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 THE F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Our 'hero' stands
>and says defiantly,"I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go
>down in flames!"
>

