Louis, The French Fighter Pilot

Louis, the French Fighter Pilot, was lying with his mistress naked in bed. As he was kissing her red, red lips, he stopped.

“To kiss your red lips, I need red wine.” So he poured red wine over her lips and continued to kiss her. He moved on to her white, white breasts.

“To kiss your white breasts, I need white wine.” So he poured white wine over her breasts and continued to kiss them. He then moved on to her bush. He poured brandy all over it and set it alight.

“Louis!” she screamed. “What are you doing?”

“Baby,” he said, “when I go down, I GO DOWN IN FLAMES!”