Think of the tax benefits though.

 

 

 

I suggest she follows the Proclaimers:

 

Not to worry, a solution has been found. The Red Barrows.

Ahh, the good old days of public health. You have to go private to get that now.

 

 

 

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 need to ask few questions'.

He gets her name, address, social security number etc. and asks 'What is your occupation'?

The Woman replies 'I am a Whore'.

No, no, no. That will never work. That is much too crass. Let’s try to rephrase that.”

The woman, “Ok, I’m a prostitute.”

“No, that is still too crude. Try again.”

They both think for a minute, then the woman states, “I’m a chicken farmer.”

The accountant asks, “What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore or a prostitute?”

“Well, I raised over 5,000 cocks last year.”

What goes in pink and hard, and comes out soft and wet? Bubble gum.