Tax time at the chicken farm.
A woman walks into an accountant's office andtells 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 callgirl."
" 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."
" 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 callgirl."
" 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."