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 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."
