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Date:         Fri, 18 Dec 1992 10:55:20 -0500
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From:         George Liberopoulos <VITOS@BUENGA.BU.EDU>
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        Pierre, a french fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie
out for a pleasant little picnic by the river Seine. It's a beautiful
day and love is in the air so Marie leans over to Pierre and says:
        "Pierre, kiss me!".  So our hero grabs a bottle of red wine
and splashes it on Marie's lips.
        "What are you doing, Pierre?" Shrieks Marie.
        "Well, my name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I
have red meat I like to have red wine!"  His answer is good enough for
Marie and things begin to heat up. So she says
        "Pierre, kiss me lower."  Our hero rips off her blouse, grabs
a bottle of white wine and starts pouring it all over her tits.
"Pierre, what are you doing?"
        "My name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I have
white meat I like to have white wine!"  They resume their passionate
interlude and things really steam up.  Marie leans over once more and
softly whispers into his ear
        "Pierre, kiss me lower."  Pierre tears off her underwear,
grabs a bottle of Cognac and sprinkles it all over her bush. He grabs
a match and lights it on fire.  Patting the flames out furiously, Marie
screams: "PIERRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?"
        "My name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I go
down, I go down in Flames!"

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        A farmer had a parrot that he was having problems with.  Every
night after the farmer would go to sleep, the parrot would sneek out
of its cage and go to the chicken coop to fuck all the chickens.  The
chickens would always make a racket and wake up the farmer.  Well the
farmer was getting sick of this and told the parrot, "If you go down
to the chicken coop and fuck those chickens one more time and wake me
up, I'm going to shave your head and take you down to the town
preacher, and he'll know how to take care of your problem."  Well,
once again, the farmer goes to sleep, the parrot sneeks out and fucks
all the chickens and wakes the farmer.  Well the next day the farmer
shaves the parrot's head and takes him down to the town preacher.  The
town preacher tells the farmer that he will take the parrot and keep
him at the church and see if he can help cure the parrot's problem.
The preacher decides to give the parrot a job in the church.  He tells
the parrot that his job is to tell the men that they must sit on the
right side of the church and the women must sit on the left side.
(This was one of those old style religions) So on his first sunday at
the church, the parrot is sitting on a perch in the entrance way of
the church greeting the church goers.  The first group of people
approach the church and the parrot says, "Men on the right, women on
the left."  The second group approaches and again the parrot says,
"Men on the right, women on the left."  Now a third group of people
aproach, however there are a few bald men in this group.  The parrot
says, "Men on the right, women on the left, and you bald
chicken-fuckers are up here with me."
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