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, “Whats your occupation?”

“I’m a Lady of the night,” she says.

The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, “Lets 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”!