Pierre the Free French Fighter Pilot was out for a night on the town and met a real looker. After wine,dinner and dance, they ended up in Pierre's flat. The woman said to Pierre :-
"Pierre I av ad a wonderfool evening! A kiss would make it Perfec!" So Pierre went over to a small, intricately carved wall cabinet, opened the doors, pulled open the top drawer and removed a small glass vial of liquid, which he held up to the light, then removed the stopper and sniffed the contents. He took the liquid over to the woman, poured it on her lips and then passionately kissed her.
"OH! Pierre zat was a wonderful kiss, Cest Magnifique! What was that amazing liquid?"
"When Pierre Ze fightair Pilote kisses on ze lips zey must taste of roses!"
"OH Pierre, how romantique, Kiss me on these!" AS she whips off her blouse and bra.
Pierre goes once again to his little wall cabinet, slides out the second drawer and removes another vial of liquid which he holds to the light, then uncorks and sniffs. He then went back to the woman and poured on the liquid and kisses her passionately on the required places.
"OH Pierre! Zat was even better!...Kiss me down there!" as she whips off her daks.
Pierre once more goes over to his little wall cabinet, opens the third drawer, pulls out a vial, holds it to the light, uncorks and sniffs it then takes it over to the woman and pours it onto her groin, then stands back a safe distance, strikes a match and throws it onto the liquid, which goes up with a whoomp. The woman screams, and while she's beating out the bushfire, cries "WHAT WAS ZAT FOR?"
"When Pierre ze Free French Fightair Pilote goes down, He goes down in flames!"