Ah so- I too knew this french fighter pilot,Pierre was his name, and he happened to be getting rather intimate with with a certain lady.So he dabs a little cognac on her lips and kisses her. She approves and shrugs off her blouse.Pierre needs no further encouragement, red-blooded Gaul that he is, and tips the bottle over the flesh that interests him or would any man of ordinary taste, and pours the the contents quite liberally.
Once again the lady goads him on by dropping her skirt and any unneccesary lingerie that would obstruct our fine french fighter pilot.Pierre grabs the Martell and douses her mons verenis. Then quite unexpectedly he grabs his lighter and almost sets her nether regions afire-only our lass was quicker then he thought. She slaps him into contrition and asks him rhetorically,'ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY INSANE?'
To which our fine fighter pilot replies,'Madamemoiselle, when I go down, I go down in flames.'