Dzonny vs. Jehnnan - Scissors hands and a bottle of Jaegermeister
...And the story began like this...Well, there are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands. Well, a long time ago, an inventor lived in that mansion. He made many things, I suppose.He also created a man. He gave him inside, a heart, a brain, everything. Well, almost everything. You see, the inventor was very old. He died before he got to finish the man he invented. So the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone. So had to make himself hands, and that was the result. Poor man.
*Fuck, I can kill a tree, even a man, but I cannot open a fucking bottle whitout braking it in million parts.."
Everything was bad, but he smiled and he live but than one day he realize that next door to him - there was another man with some kind of scissors for hands. And they become friends.
And the story would have a happy end if there wouldn’t be somewhere upstairs the creator of the second man with a bottle of Jaegermeister. But he was also old and after he gave them some of Jaegermeister he died and they couldn’t open the bottle! 
So they stayed in front of it until the end of time – looking at this little green bottle of Jaegermeister!
“What a sad story grandma…”, and Grandma smiled to the little girl. “Oh NO, my dear, oh NO, we have hands and a lot of Jaegermeister in the house…
And tomorrow I will tell you how the man without mouth tried to drink Jaegermeister, but finish your drink and go to bed, it’s time.” “Yes Granny, I love you…you and Jaegermeister!”






























or where a person is comfortable being. While a house (or other residential dwelling) is often referred to as a home, the concept of "home" is broader than a physical dwelling.
Home is often a place of refuged safety, where worldly cares fade and the things and people that one loves becomes the focus. Many people think of home in terms of where they grew up, or a time rather than a place. 




