bunty
2008-08-05T17:44:49.000Z
still got more than me, sans underwater propellor motivated explosive devices...
bunty
was 2008-08-05T18:17:01.000Z
wondering where CH had got to....
bunty
wonders 2008-08-05T18:21:48.000Z
what Arzu would say in response to that, fsck Jeebus...
bunty
asks 2008-08-05T18:22:44.000Z
totally unrelated, is your Ducati a 4 cylinder?
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:26:52.000Z
x?
bunty
loves 2008-08-05T18:27:34.000Z
twins
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:30:02.000Z
you're always welcome to ride my tranny
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:30:11.000Z
it's a twin
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:31:53.000Z
and hey, this is the era of the interwebs, where intellect is sovereign, and the ownerz ov interllects is sovereignersz
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:33:39.000Z
such is the nature of the internet, that any one of us could end up in bed with
stacy dash
bunty
has 2008-08-05T18:35:57.000Z
a honda hurricane that is likely never to go again, though I can't quite ebay it yet.... I mean sure I could buy a new bike
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:35:07.000Z
for less than the repairs...
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:36:20.000Z
but damn, that engine...
bunty
thinks 2008-08-05T18:46:03.000Z
that goes for all of us, including the snail, although she has kinda naff taste in women...
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:56:19.000Z
Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:56:24.000Z
It's a beautiful day and love is in the air.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:56:41.000Z
Marie leans over to Pierre and says, 'Pierre, kiss me!'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:56:54.000Z
Pierre grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:57:06.000Z
'What are you doing, Pierre ?' says the startled Marie.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:57:21.000Z
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:56:30.000Z
She smiles and they start kissing.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:57:50.000Z
Things began to heat up a little and Marie says, 'Pierre, kiss me lower.'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:58:03.000Z
Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:58:16.000Z
Pierre! What are you doing now?' asks the bewildered Marie.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:58:33.000Z
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:57:41.000Z
She giggles and they resume their passionate interlude: and things really steam up.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:59:01.000Z
Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, 'Pierre, kiss me much lower!'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:59:14.000Z
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:58:23.000Z
He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:59:40.000Z
Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine.
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:59:58.000Z
Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, 'PIERRE , WHAT IN THE F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?'
bunty
says 2008-08-05T18:59:07.000Z
Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,
bunty
says 2008-08-05T19:00:27.000Z
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!'