> A young woman walks into a chartered accountant’s office and tells him
> that she needs to file her tax returns.
>
> The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few
> questions.†He gets her name, address etc. and then asks, “What’s your
> occupation?â€
>
> “I’m a prostitute,†she says.
>
> The accountant is taken aback and says, “That’s too gross. Let’s try
> to re-phrase that.â€
>
> The woman says, “OK, I’m a high-end call girl.â€
>
> “No, that still won’t work. Need something more acceptable.â€
>
> They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite
> poultry farmer.â€
>
> The accountant asks, “What does poultry farming have to do, with being
> a prostitute?â€
>
> “Well, I raised a thousand cocks last year.â€
>
> Chartered Accountant : “Brilliant!! ‘Poultry farmer’ it is! and
> agricultural income is tax-free.â€