There was a woman in Nashville who wanted a tattoo of Elvis. So she goes into a tattoo shop and says, “Put a tattoo of Elvis right here on my inner thigh”. After the tattoo artist is done she looks at the tattoo and says, “That doesn’t look like Elvis at all!” Then she storms out of the shop.
She goes into a second tattoo shop, determined to get a tattoo of Elvis. She tells the tattoo she wants a tattoo of Elvis on her other thigh. The tattoo artist goes to work and when he is done she looks at his work and again says, “That doesn’t look like Elvis at all!” Again she storms out of the shop.
Later that evening, she is sitting at a bar getting drunk and crying. A man comes over to her and says, “What’s wrong? Having a bad day?” She looks at him then pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs. She points at her left thigh and says, “Does he look familiar?” Then she points to her right thigh and says, “Does he look familiar?” The man looks intently, studying the tattoos. Then he says, “No, I can’t say I recognize either one of them. But that long haired feller in the middle with the beard, that’s Willie Nelson.”
