There once was young woman who was such an Elvis fan that she decided to get the likeness of Elvis tattooed on both of her inner thighs. When her husband saw that, he became livid. Claimed that not only the tattooes were demeaning, they did not even look like Elvis. Demanded that she has them removed.
She refused, but as a comporise, she offered to him, that if an objective observer agrees with him, she will have the tattooes removed.
So, one night they are sitting in the pub, and the subject comes up. He insists - mind you this was after a few drinks - that the next person who sees the tattooes will determine if they should stay or not.
Well, they ask the next guy sitting at the bar. She pulls up her skirt. Shows the tatooes. Asks if the guy to say whom the tattooes look like.
After a glance the guy says: "I don't know who the twins are supposed to be, but the one in the middle looks a hell of a lot like Willy Nelson."