Watching someone change a flat without a jack on Homeland made me think of all the bush skills I never learned in Liberia. I have no idea what's going on under the hood of my car. I can't tell one crop from another. I don't even know how to start a fire.
I can, however, behead, shell and gut a dozen spiky, spiteful lobsters. (My hands look like I went at them with a cheese grater.)
I figure that's worth something.
I can, however, behead, shell and gut a dozen spiky, spiteful lobsters. (My hands look like I went at them with a cheese grater.)
I figure that's worth something.
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