Taxes

[Rondy]

A woman walks into her accountant's office, telling him she needs to file her taxes for the financial year.
"Fine," the accountant says to his client, "but before we begin, I'll need to ask a few questions."
He takes her particulars: name, address, Insurance number, etc.
Eventually, he comes on to her current occupation. "What are you working as at the moment?" he asks.
The woman replies, "I'm a ***."
"No, no, no!" barks the accountant. "That'll never work! It's far too crass!
Let's try to rephrase that."
"Okay," says the woman, "err... I'm a prostitute?"
"No, no. That's still far too crude. Can't you think of something else?"
They both sit thinking for a minute, then the woman suddenly blurts out,
"I know, I'm a chicken farmer."
The accountant is dumbstruck. "What does chicken farming have to do with being a *** or a prostitute?"
"Well," says the woman, "I must have raised over 300 cocks last year!"