Sunday Knockers!

Good Morning/Evening Sunday Peeps,,,,915 and we had the Jehovahs Witnesses knocking!,,3 adults and 3 kids wanting to impart there beliefs to a very bleary eyed Philip,,,,,I gave them George's address and said he was desperate to know more,,so hopefully the Jarrow arm of the JWs will be rousing him as we speak!

Tootling down the local for a game of pool or three ,and put the world to rights with my son in law over a jar or two of something hoppy.

Have a good un'

Cheers

Pierre the French fighter pilot pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out on a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says: "Pierre, kiss me!" Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?", says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I 'ave red meat, I like to 'ave red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing. When things began to heat up a little, Marie says, "Pierre, kiss me lower." Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring it all over her breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing?", asks the bewildered Marie. "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I 'ave white meat, I like to 'ave white wine!" They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me lower!" Our hero rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and sets it on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms upwards and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Our hero stands up, defiantly, and says, "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!"