Tax preparation
Monkhouse
Published
02/27/2008
Tax Filing
A woman walks into a Tax 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 is somewhat taken back and says, "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 about a thousand little peckers last
year."
"Chicken Farmer it is"
A woman walks into a Tax 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 is somewhat taken back and says, "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 about a thousand little peckers last
year."
"Chicken Farmer it is"
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