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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. That is 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 & call girl?” “Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year.” He replies: “Good enough.” |
