Pierre the French Fighter Pilot and his girlfriend are having a romantic picnic. As no one is around, they start making out.
He kisses her deeply and she says, “Oh Pierre, kiss me harder…”
He grabs the Red wine and dribbles some on her lips and kisses her hard.
“Pierre, what are you doing?”
“I am Pierre, ze French Fighter Pilot and when I eat Red Meat, I like Red Wine!”
“Oh Pierre, kiss me lower…”
He opens her blouse and takes the White Wine and splashes it across her breasts.
“Pierre, what are you doing?”
“I am Pierre, ze French Fighter Pilot and when I eat White Meat, I like White Wine!”
“Oh Pierre, kiss me lower…”
He kisses down her stomach and gently removes her skirt and panties. Then he takes the bottle of brandy and splashes it across her public hair and lights it on fire.
“PIERRE!” She screams as she bats out the flame, “What the HELL are you doing?”
“I am Pierre, ze French Fighter Pilot and when I go down, I go down in flames!”
Three old Southern ladies are sitting on their front porches, drinking lemonade and chatting about their husbands.
“I know,” says one. “Let’s all give our husbands soda pop nicknames for how they are in bed. I’m going to call mine, 7-Up, ‘cause he is up seven days a week!”
They all cackle and rock in their chairs.
“Okay,” says the second. “I am going to call mine Mountain Dew, ‘cause he is big as a mountain and always wants to do it!”
They all cackle and rock in their chairs.
The third one thinks for a minute and says, “I am going to call mine Jack Daniels.”
“Jack Daniels?” says the other two. “But that’s a hard liquor!”
“That’s my Henry!”