A lady was a huge Paul MCCartney fan and wanted a tattoo of him on the inside of her thigh. She went to the parlour and told the guy what she wanted.

He says: OK, take your skirt and underwear off and sit in the chair with your legs apart.

She did that and he started on the tattoo. Pretty soon hes done, blows off the dust and admires his work.

Who the hecks that? she says.

Its Paul McCartney, he replies.

Doesnt look like him at all says she. Now get it right or Ill report you.

So the tattooist starts on the other thigh. Really trying hard to do a better job. Finally hes done, blows off the dust and feels pretty good.

The woman is pissed off No way thats Paul Mccartney she says.

It bloody well is says the man. Listen Ill get a second opinion

He goes out of his store and grabs the first person he sees. The guy is a drunk whos been stumbling along the sidewalk. The tattooist drags the drunk into his store. Theres the woman, sitting legs apart with nothing on below her waist.

The tattoist says to the drunk (pointing at the womans legs)…

Tell me who the hell you think that is.

The drunk says (in a drunken slur voice), Ive no idea who the people are on her thighs but the guy in the middle is a dead ringer for Willie Nelson!