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! secu rity 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."
