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> A woman walks into a CPA's office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes.
> The CPA 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 Whor*," 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."
>
> The CPA responded, "Chicken Farmer it is."
> The CPA 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 Whor*," 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."
>
> The CPA responded, "Chicken Farmer it is."