High-End Call Girl
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 explicit."
"Let's try to rephrase that."
The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl."
"Sorry, that still won't do. Try again."
They both think for a minute, then the woman says, "How about 'elite chicken farmer'."
Stunned, the accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a high-end call girl?"
"Well" she says, "I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
