Subject: Ah, the French...
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Mar 27 2000 - 03:42:12 EST
"Ah, the French..."
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!"
Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot wine 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.
When things began to heat up a little, Marie says,
"Pierre, kiss me lower." Our hero 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, and things
really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and
whispers, Pierre, kiss me lower!" Our hero rips off
her 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 in the water, Marie throws her arms
upwards and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT
IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Our hero stands up defiantly and says, "I am Pierre
the fighter pilot! If go down, I go down in flames!"
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