A woman walks into the tattoo parlor and says she wants a tattoo of Elvis on her right thigh. The artist draws the tattoo and woman says: That doesn't look a thing like Elvis.
And the tattoo artist says: Well, let me try it again on the other thigh.
And so the woman has a tattoon each thigh, and she walks out into the waiting room, raises her skirt and asks the people in the room:
Do either of these look like Elvis?
And a man spoke up: No, but the one in the middle looks like Willy Nelson.
Yikes!