Once, there was a French battle pilot, named Jean-Pierre

(I recommend reading the joke in a heavy French accent)

After the war, Jean-Pierre returned to live in Paris, above a local pub.

One night, he noticed a gorgeous blonde Parisian and went to flirt with her, which went well.

After a while of flirting, the blonde told Jean-Pierre, “ooh, Jean-Pierre, take me to your room…” So they want up to his room, above the pub, and continued flirting there.

After a while of that, the blonde says, “Jean-Pierre! Kiss me on my lips!”

So Jean-Pierre takes a bottle of whiile wine and pours the wine over the girl’s lips. She exclaims, “Mon dieu! Jean-Pierre, what are you doing!”

And he replies, “huh, I’m Jean-Pierre, the French battle pilot, and when I eat my red meat, I drink my white wine with it!” – and he starts to kiss her passionately on her lips.

After a while of kissing, thigsi get hot, and the blonde says, “ooh, Jean-Pierre, kiss me lower…”

So Jean-Pierre takes a bottles on red wine, uncorks it, tears her blouse and bra and pours the wine all over her breasts.

The blonde, again, exclaims surprised, “Jean-Pierre, what are you doing??”

“A-huh-huh” he replies, “I’m Jean-Pierre, the French battle pilot, and when I eat my white meat, I drink my red wine with it!” – and he starts kissing her passionately on her breasts.

After a while of that, things get even hotter, and the blonde, again, says, “Jean-Pierre, kiss me lower…”

So Jean-Pierre tears off her skirt and her panties, takes a lighter and lights her pussy on fire.

The blonde shouts, “Jean-Pierre!! What are you doing!!?”

And Jean-Pierre exclaims, “Ugh, I’m Jean-Pierre! The French battle pilot! And when I go down – I GO DOWN IN FLAMES!”

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