Last night/early this morning I was doing laundry at my local 24-hour Bright White. While I folded a pair of semi-damp wool socks, it occurred to me, in a shining beacon of incomparible granduer what the greatest tattoo in the world would be. Please, if this particular image strikes you as fast and hard as it struck me, take it upon yourself to go to your local tattoo parlor and get your ink on.So, I'm mid-fold with some damp socks that I'm too tired and cheap to re-dry for another 6 minutes. Scrubs is on in the background, it's an episode I've seen probably four times. The night guy at Bright White is playing with his phone, has an ear piece in, and smiling with a custom gold grill that seems excessive for someone who works nights at a laundrymat--but what do I know about style?
And it hit me: Cheetara, riding a sea-foam green Vespa.
If that seemed anti-climactic you need to let it settle into your brain a little bit. Really think about it. A ThunderCat, and not just any ThunderCat, but Cheetara, riding around on a sea-foam green Vespa scooter. Helmet? No helmet, that's a silly question. ThunderCats don't wear helmets... they do wear elbow pads though. 
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