IJMC - Pierre the French Fighter Pilot

Ahh...less than eight hours away from stepping on a plane and taking a 
well-anticipated vacation. And in case you're curious, here's two links 
for you:

Leaving:  http://www.weather.com/weather/us/cities/GA_Chamblee.html
Going to: http://www.weather.com/weather/int/cities/MX_Cozumel-Cancun.html

Can't ya tell I'm dissapointed? Shucks.                              -dave



	Pierre the French Fighter Pilot and Marianne were having a romantic
candlelight dinner along the French Riviera.  Marianne leaned over and said,
"Pierre, kiss me!"

	Pierre motioned for his servant to come over with a picnic basket.  He
pulled out a nice red wine.  Pierre uncorked it and started pouring it over
Marianne's mouth.

	"Pierre!  What are you doing?"  Marianne exclaimed.

	"Whenever I have red meat, I like to have red wine with it."  She said, 
"Oh, Pierre!  Kiss me!"  So he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips.

	A little while later, Marianne looked over at Pierre again and said,
"Pierre!  Kiss me lower."

	So, once again, Pierre motioned for his servant to bring over the picnic
basket.  This time he pulled out a nice white wine and started pouring it
all over her breasts.

	"Pierre!  What are you doing?" said Marianne.

	"Marianne, whenever I have white meat, I like to have white wine."

	"Oh, Pierre, kiss me!"  So he passionalty kissed her breasts all over.  
A little while later, Marianne looked at Pierre and seductivly said, "Pierre,
kiss me lower."

	Yet again, Pierre motioned for his servant to come over.  This time he
pulled out a bottle of Kognak.  He poured this all over Marianne's lap.
Then he pulled out a match and lit her lap on fire.  She ran off to into the
Sea screaming.  As she was doucing out the flames, she screamed back,
"Pierre!  What are you DOING?"

	Pierre stood up tall and exclaimed, "I am Pierre ze French Fighter 
Pilot! Whenever I go down, I go down in flames!"