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."