Regarding tattoos (Hoping that a merry heart doeth good like a medicin)

This couple, in their 50's were walking between the casinos in Atlantic City around midnight, after having quite a bit to drink.  All of a sudden the woman stopped in front of a tattoo parlor and exclaimed that she always wanted tattoos and that this was the night.  So they went in the parlor and the wife said to the tattooist that she wanted a tattoo of Robert Redford on her inner right thigh, and a tattoo of Elvis on her inner left thigh.  Since business had been slow that evening, the tattooist had also been sloshing down a few, but the accepted the challenge.  He had her sit on the bench, spread her legs and he began in ernest to try to perform his artwork.  At the end, he stood back and the womans husband bent down to see the handiwork.  He told the artist that he didn't think it was a good job and wasn't going to pay for it.  So the artist said that they would stop the next person coming down the boardwalk and ask them to see if they could identify the tattoos.  Just then a man came down who definitely had been drinking more than gambling and was stopped by the tattoo artist.  The artist told the man they would show him the tattoos on the lady and he was to identify them if he could.  So the man gets down on his knees and looks at the left thigh and says "I know that guy.  That's Elvis after he's had too much to drink."  Then he looks at the right thigh and says, "And I know that guy, that's Robert Redford after he's been high on marijuana."  And before the artist could say anything to the husband about payment, the drunk says, "And I know that guy.  That's Willie Nelson up there between them."

I hope your dad's okay too.