Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot, is picnicking with his girlfriend. After the meal, she turns to Pierre and says “Pierre, kiss my red lips.”

Pierre pulls out his best bottle of red wine and empties it all over he girls lips, then he dives in.

After five minutes she pulls back and, out of breath, says, “Pierre that’s wonderful, but why the wine?”

“Because I am Pierre , the famous French fighter pilot, and with red meat, I drink red wine.”

“Oooh” she purrs, “Kiss me lower.”

Pierre pulls out a bottle of white wine and splashes it over her breasts. He rips her blouse off and dives in, kissing.

After five minutes she pulls back and pants, “Wonderful! But why the white wine?”

“Because I am Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot, and when I eat white meat, I drink white wine.”

The girl swoons. “Oooh, Pierre, kiss me even lower.”

Pierre reaches into the picnic basket, pulls out his best bottle of Cognac and pours it over her crotch.

He strikes a match, throws it in and woof!. up it goes.

“Aaargghh! Pierre, Pierre!” Yells the woman, patting down the flames.

“Why?Why?Why?”

“Because I am Pierre , the famous French fighter pilot,” he says, coolly.”And when I go down, I go down in flames”.