Woman walks into an accountant's office in Texas 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 asks, what is your occupation?'
'I'm a hooker,' 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"
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 asks, what is your occupation?'
'I'm a hooker,' 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"