#the splinter

[theloreofmandy]

Here's another instance of Patrick with nostrils. And it's from the infamous "The Splinter" episode.

[crashpit]

I still can't get over how squidward once bashed his head in with a cash register for workman's compensation in an actual episode of spongebob

[smindersonfan]

So I have a theory about “The Splinter”.

So I was watching Josh (@phantomstrider)’s review of what he believed to be the 6 worst episodes of SpongeBob and #6 was “The Splinter”. Josh had a point about SpongeBob being anatomically impossible to get a splinter. But to add on, I’ve seen him take his limbs off before so they would grow back in the next scene or immediately afterwards. I know it wouldn’t be much of an episode if I suggested what I’m about to suggest, but why wouldn’t it be wrong to have SpongeBob rip his arm off after he received the splinter? That way he wouldn’t have gotten it infected after Patrick shoved it down with a hammer and chisel and worktime wouldn’t have been wasted due to the pain. Everything would be ship shape at the Krusty Krab as usual.

[spacedorfindustries]

The splinter represents rebellion, mob rule, greed and chaos, the worst aspects of the other twin divines in one form

[knuckle-dragger-magazine]

In 2008, Designer Joe Harmon took on the dubiously tedious task of building a car. But not just any car. A supercar. And not just any supercar, a supercar made of wood.

The Splinter, a true labor of love, is the world’s first and only supercar constructed out of wood. After 7 years, The Splinter was finally completed in 2015, and was shown to an excited audience at the Essen Motor Show from Nov 27-Dec 6, 2015.

The Splinter is a mid-engine set up that houses a 4.6 Liter v-8 that produces roughly 600 horsepower, a 0-60 in the low 3’s, and an estimated top speed of somewhere in the 240-mph neighborhood.

The car consists of wood composite, and are woven into a carbon fiber(esque) material that adds strength and durability. Other parts of The Splinter are also created from wood composite, including wood inserts on the wheels.

For more information on The Splinter, visit Joe Harmon on Instagram or on The Splinter Website.

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  “The Splinter” A Supercar that Will Give You Serious Wood. In 2008, Designer Joe Harmon took on the dubiously tedious task of building a car. But not just any car.

[intermittently-ava]

The Splinter

I was watching NCIS earlier while puttering around, and a scene between DiNozzo and Gibbs made me wonder about this:

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Imagine Clint getting a splinter in his index finger, and he keeps complaining about it, holding his finger up (wearing a piece of banana peel around it ‘cos Tasha said it will make it better).

Bucky wants the guy to stop hurting. And whining. But mostly hurting, ‘cos that looks like it went really deep inside the pad of Clint’s finger. He imagines a little bit of nice would be good right now, especially since no one is taking Clint seriously about it. So Bucky psychs himself up to just walk over there and offer help.

Clint looks at him all lost when he approaches, finger help up in the air, elbow resting on the kitchen table.

“What are you doing, Barton,“ he asks, but it’s more clipped than intended.

“Ugh, Tasha said this would help,“ he pokes at the banana peel and makes himself wince. Bucky winces internally. Poor guy.

“Want me to take it out,“ he offers, flipping open his favorite knife.

But Clint lets out a loud squeak and cradles his injured finger to the chest, so Bucky places the knife on the table, squeezes Clint’s shoulder.

“I will make it better.“

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~Later, much much later.~

“You threatened me with a knife.“

“Did not.“

“You wanted to cut off my finger.“

“Did not.“

“And then angrily slammed the knife on the table when I didn’t let you.“

“Did not.“

“And you chocked me half to death.“

“Did not.“

“You so did!“

Bucky sighs, squeezes Clint tighter against his chest, snuggling closer under the covers. “Fine, I chocked you," he presses his smile on the back of Clint’s neck, “with my dick.“

Ah, blessed silence. It barely lasts a minute.

“That was later,“ Clint comments. “And I still had that splinter in my finger after!“

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Well, a bit of silly fun before sleep. Good night! o/

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I can't wait until Spongebob is over. Then, we can all act like it was alllllllll a mass hallucination.