Thursday, February 02, 2006
sweating like a whore at tax season
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.
"No, No, No, that won't work. That is too gross.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 says,
"I'm an elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore call girl?'
"Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
"Good enough."
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.
"No, No, No, that won't work. That is too gross.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 says,
"I'm an elite chicken farmer."
The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore call girl?'
"Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year."
"Good enough."
# posted by HST Overdrive @ 8:36 AM 
