A lady who is an Elvis fan visited a tattooist. She wanted an image of Elvis tattooed on her upper thigh. She hands over a picture of Elvis’ face that she wants tattooed on her left thigh. An hour later the job is done, she gets a look at it and is not happy. ”Looks nothing like Elvis, it’s awful” she screamed and refused to pay. ”OK, OK”, says the tattooist and offers to do another one on her other thigh as a way of appeasing the irate woman.
She agrees.
Another hour later, the second tattoo is completed. The woman hates it even more, “it’s nothing like Elvis” she screams and refuses to pay.
The tattooist has had enough, he thinks he’s done a good job. He suggests they call in an independent expert to adjudicate on the tattoos.
The expert duly arrives, the woman strips down and lies on the tattoo couch to be examined,
The expert studies her thighs carefully and says…”I don’t know who the twins are but the chap in the middle is Albo”
