One day, Pierre, an Ace French fighter pilot, takes his lovely girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic on the banks of the River Seine. It’s a beautiful day, and love is in the air.
Marie leans over to Pierre and says: “Pierre, mon amour, 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, zee fighter pilot! When I 'ave red meat, I like to have red wine!
She smiles, and they start kissing. Things soon heat up, and Marie says, “Pierre, my darling, kiss me lower.”
Pierre 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, zee fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I like to have white wine!”
Their passionate interlude resumes and things really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers breathlessly, “Pierre, kiss me lower!”
So Pierre rips off her lace underwear, 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?”
“I am Pierre, zee fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!”