A woman in her mid fifties is a big fan of Michael Jackson so she goes to a tattoo parlour to have Michaels image tattooed as close to her p***y to show her love for him. So the artist goes to work her, and 3 hrs later he stands back, and stretches.

And says. Voila Michael Jackson. So takes a mirror to admire his work, and complains that the image tattooed on her looked nothing like her idol, and demanded that the image be rectified on the other side. So once again he sets to work close to her crotch and 3 hrs later.

He repeats himself.

Voila madam.

Michael Jackson. She looks at his handwork and throws a fuss.

This doesnt look like Michael Jackson, I know him, etc. blah blah blah. I am not satisfied and am not going to pay you etc. Now the artist is at a loss. After working on the womans hairy crotch for 6 hrs she isnt satisfied. So he puts up a deal with the woman. I WILL BRING IN THE FIRST PERSON I SEE OUT THERE TO IDENTIFY THESE IMAGES. IF HE SHE SAYS IT IS MICHAEL JACKSON, WILL YOU PAY ME? To which she gave her consent. So the artist goes out the door, and the first person as per agreement was a drunken sod. He yanks the drunk into the parlor and asks the drunk to identify the images on the womans thighs. The drunk staggers a bit, trying to hold his head steady, and looks at the 1st image. He shakes his head and says the image doesnt look familiar.

He looks at the second image and shakes his head and says.

Nope never seen this guy before either. But I tell you one thing for sure. The one in the middle sure looks like Kenny Rogers.