Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Tax Time . . .

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, “What’s your occupation?"

"I'm a prostitute," she says.

The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, 
" 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 hand raised a thousand cocks last year."

"Chicken Farmer it is."


  1. Aaah, Such a poultry answer...Where's the Beef-cake?

  2. Bwahahahahahahaha. That will work indeed.

    Have a fabulous day Odie. ☺

  3. Brighid, I posted that a week ago. I guess it's time to do it again.

  4. Sandee, it has too. We wouldn't want to mess with the IRS.

  5. And she looks like she's lived on it.

  6. She must have had a big Hen House. I did have a great uncle who raised fighting cocks. I once asked the old man how much one his cocks were worth----he said anywhere from a $1 - $1000. Couldn't get $.02 for mine now.

  7. This actually sounds a lot like what Obamaesque community organizers were doing to "help" folks cheat the government. Then again, there's little difference between government and prostitution anyway.

    Isn't that Billie Piper? She was the best Doctor Who babe.

  8. Funny... Aah so she's not afraid to use her hands and get them dirty. Good chicken farmer.


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