Tax Time

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 is your occupation?”

“I’m a whore,” she says.

The accountant is somewhat taken back and says, “No, No, No, that won’t work.  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.”