It’s a beautiful day and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre the fighter pilot and says, “Pierre, kiss me!” He grabs a bottle of merlot and splashes it on Marie’s lips.
“What are you doing, Pierre?” asks 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. Marie says, “Pierre, kiss me lower.” He 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 the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!” They resume their passionate interlude. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, “Pierre, kiss me lower!”
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of cognac and pours it in her lap. He strikes a match and lights it on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river.
Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms up and screams furiously, “Pierre, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Pierre stands up defiantly and says, “I am Pierre the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!”