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 a few questions.
He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks What is your occupation?
The woman replies, I'm a high-priced whore.
The accountant balks1 and says, No, no, no. That will never work. That is much too crass2. 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 states, I'm an elite3 chicken farmer.
The accountant asks, What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore or a call girl?
Well, I raised over 5,000 little peckers last year.