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 and says, "Pierre, kiss me !"
Pierre 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 brave French fighter pilot ! Your lips are red and 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 brave French fighter pilot ! Your breasts are white and 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 sets light to the Cognac.
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 F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ?"
Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,
"I am Pierre, the brave French fighter pilot ! If I go down, I go down in flames !"
