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 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 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.”
The accountant says, “Chicken Farmer it is.”