(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!”