Dusty Newspaper Clippings and other mental disorder

So this woman goes into a tattoo parlor and asks for two
tattoos: one on each inner thigh. "I want the left one to be Robert Redford and the right one to be Paul Newman", she said. When the tattoo artist had finished, the woman looked at the results with a hand-held mirror and shrieked, "These don't look a bit like either one of those guys! I'm not gonna pay you!" "Whaddya mean?", said the parlor owner. "Anyone could recognize these faces! I'll tell you what", he went on, "I'm SO sure of my work that I'll make a deal with you. We'll bring in the next person who walks by the store and we'll ask him if he can tell whose faces those are. And if he can't, then you don't owe me a thing!" The woman agreed. So they waited in front of the parlor and the next person who walked by was an old drunk. They invited him in and asked him to identify the faces tattooed on her thighs. The drunk looked at one tattoo...and then turned to look at the other. Slowly back and forth. Finally, he answered, "Well...I don't know who those two guys are...but the one in the middle with the beard and the bad breath? That's Willie Nelson!"