The extremely-limited (and not very good at even those few sectors of knowledge, according to his former boss, Hassan --- "Achmed...! You have worked for us for T'REE YEAHS, and you STILL haven't keeled INFIDEL ONE!") number of "employment-marketable" experiences/capabilities that Achmed originally possessed before he met the Wilson family. After he became acquainted with them and their "totally-peaceable" lifestyle and beliefs, however, the now-cheerfully-toned-down Achmed began learning to "redirect" or "channel" his use-of-explosives expertise to create lovely stone statues that he could then sell to other folks.
I never know when Achmed is gonna decide to hot-headedly make use of his assorted "job-skeels", so I always meekly ask his permission before I say anything to him, so that hopefully he won't feel so much like offing me just because I spoke to him.
the place that serves the greasiest pizza that makes you skeet brown water all over the wall unless you manage to secure yourself to the top side of a toilet beforehand
dude, i'm gonna have to find a toilet soon...i ate at skeetsahut earlier today