Joe T.
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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 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 balks and says, "No, No, No, that won't work. Too gross. 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 says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a Whore or Call Girl?'
"Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
"Good enough."
"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 balks and says, "No, No, No, that won't work. Too gross. 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 says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a Whore or Call Girl?'
"Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
"Good enough."
