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?”

“We ll, I raised a thousand little
peckers last year.” The accountant says, “Chicken Farmer it
is.”