A woman walks into an accountant's office and tells him that she
> needs to file her taxes.
> The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few
> questions."
>
> He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then
> asks, "What's your occupation?"
> "I'm a Lady of the night," she says.
>
> The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, "Let's try to
> rephrase that."
> The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl."
>
> "No, that still won't work. Try again."
> They both think for a minute; then the woman says, "I'm an elite
> chicken farmer.."
>
> The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with
> being a
prostitute?"
> "Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year."
> "Chicken Farmer it is."
> needs to file her taxes.
> The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few
> questions."
>
> He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then
> asks, "What's your occupation?"
> "I'm a Lady of the night," she says.
>
> The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, "Let's try to
> rephrase that."
> The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl."
>
> "No, that still won't work. Try again."
> They both think for a minute; then the woman says, "I'm an elite
> chicken farmer.."
>
> The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with
> being a
prostitute?"
> "Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year."
> "Chicken Farmer it is."