It's all in the wording. . .
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; too
gross. Let's try to rephrase that."
The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl."
"Sorry, that is still too crude. Try again."
They both think for a minute, then the woman says, "How about 'elite
chicken farmer.'"
Stunned, the accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do
with being a high-end call girl?"
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"Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
"Good enough!"
