The only time I've ever heard the term 'spiral fracture' is on the occasional episode of Law and Order SVU, and even then only in the context of an abusive parent who yanks a kid's arm. The thought of ever having one seemed as far away as hitting the lottery, or having the seat of zero-g toilet land on my head. And yet here I am -- that's the splintered bone on the right. And because we're cool like that, I'm going to let you in on a little secret: it fucking sucks.
An oyster pail is a folded, waxed or plastic coated, paperboard container originally designed to hold oysters. It commonly comes with a handle made of solid wire. Currently, it is often in use by Chinese cuisine restaurants primarily throughout the United States, to package hot or cold take-out food.
I got into a discussion the other day about sovereign territory and how the US Gov't has essentially buttfucked the Native Americans at every opportunity. The other person suggested the idea of sovereign territory was completely absurd, so I asked him how he'd feel if we paved over the Canadian Embassy (he was Canadian). This led to a quip about Iran overtaking our embassy back in 1979, and for some reason my mind went to Rules of Engagement with Samuel L Jackson and Tommy Lee Jones. It had been a long time sine I've watched that movie and when I did again, realized I had completely forgotten the opening scene took place years earlier in Vietnam. Now that light machine gun the gooks initially open up on the Marines with... I thought it was a Uk vz. 59, which is a machine gun developed in Czechoslovakia in the 1950s and fires 7.62×54mmR ammunition via belt. So I looked it up on IMFDB and nope, it was an RPD, a gun developed in the Soviet Union for the 7.62×39mm cartridge. It was created as a replacement for the DP machine gun chambered for the 7.62×54mmR round. So in keeping with Soviet doctrine, working away from the 54R and towards the x39mm AK ammo. But if a belt fed 54R spitter catches your fancy, you can actually actually buy one for less than $4k (scroll down a little) presuming of course, you are fortunate enough to work for a qualifying government agency. Everyone else gets to fuck off.
Perhaps one of you amateur entomologists out there can tell me what kind of butterfly this is?
Apparently classified symbols like a big fucking "C" are too arcane for most people to understand, according to Hillary Clinton. See, this level of apathy really bothers the shit out of me. If we shouldn't be that concerned that a Secretary of State couldn't recognize classified documents, then we shouldn't that concerned that Richard Nixon only listened to a few tapes, or Oliver North only traded a few guns, or Wesley Snipes just forgot to pay his taxes, or James Trafficant only did a few favors, or Martha Stewart just sold some stock, or Brock Turner only showed some affection. Revealing classified information is not a mistake, it is not an oversight. It is a crime, and should be treated as such. End of story.
In modern mysticism, the infinity symbol has become identified with a variation of the ouroboros, an ancient image of a snake eating its own tail that has also come to symbolize the infinite, and the ouroboros is sometimes drawn in figure-eight form to reflect this identification, rather than in its more traditional circular form.