>> 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 whore," she says.
>> The accountant is somewhat taken back and says, "No, No, No, that won't
>> work. 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"
>> "Chicken Farmer it is."
