One day there was a young lady that had decided that she was going to get tattoos of John Lennon and Paul McCartney on the inside of her thighs.
When the artist finished the job, he gave the young lady a mirror to admire his handiwork. She claimed that the tats did NOT look like Lennon and McCartney, and she didn't want to pay.
The artist, not wanting to lose a customer, told her that if the next person to walk in the shop could not recognize the two Beatles, he wouldn't charge her, and would do repairs for free. She agreed.
The next fellow to walk in the door was a good ol' boy that had imbibed a few too many. The artist asks him over, and tells him to look between the young lady's legs and tell them who was pictured there.
He said, "I don't know who the two guys on the ends are, but I'll be damned if the fella in the middle ain't Willie Nelson!"
Semper Fi!
Ken Little