
A woman walks into her
accountant's office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes.
The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask a few questions."
He gets her name, address, social security number, etc., and then asks,
"What is your occupation?
"The woman replies, "I'm a high-priced whore."
The accountant balks and says, "No, no, no. That will never work. That is
much too crass. Let's try to rephrase that."
The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl."
"No, that is still too crude.
Try again."
They both think for a minute, then the woman states, "I've got it! I'm an
elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a
whore or a call girl?"
"Well, I raised over 700 little peckers last year!"