Died (of a glare) of laughing T-Shirt

This night there, my best friend renewed me in my home. As usual, the cockpit of the car was favourable with our hysterical humour. It should me be specified that if to turn the ignition key causes to cause the starting of the vehicle, it also on our premises starts the lighting of rotted word games and of absurd divagations… and we do not carburize with the diesel, word of sapper-pump assistant. Whereas the car slowed down in front of a traffic light passed to the red, I saw on my line a monument set up in memory of shot. This work carved in the stone put in scene five male characters. The first whose glance scanned the sky, gave the impression to track a possible sign of hypothetical God. The second imposed some by its stature and its frank glance in which the fear did not have its place. The third appeared resigned, as lost in its thoughts as in its too full costume for him. The fourth expected its fate in a nonchalance characterized by hands finding refuge in pockets of trousers. Up to now, nothing amusing good and no matter to cause hilarity you will say to me. Yes but here, I did not describe you yet the last statue, instigator of my future impure thoughts. The fifth man, therefore, lowered face against ground on the steps of the monument, seemed cut down… without wanting to make bad play of mot. I am completely of agreement, still not the least trace of humour in than I have just depicted you. And well what started our give-laughter, it is this simple sentence launched against the poor devil extended on the ground and which was this one: “Hold, y' has a statue which is stiff faggot!”. I am aware that I should beat my coulpe to dare to joke on such a subject that of the horrors of the war and to respect the memory of those which suffered. However, even if the families of these unhappy are with my cases and that scourging on the public place watches for me, I continue to think that one can laugh at all but, as Pierre Desproges wrote it so judiciously, not with no matter whom.