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| Posted on 4/27/08 at 02:40 PM | |
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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 shocked by her statement and says, 'Let's try to rephrase that. I can't put that on your tax form.' The woman says, 'OK, I'm a high-end call girl.' The accountant replied, '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.' The accountant says, 'Chicken farmer it is.' | |
  
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