A balmy 50 degrees today in beautiful downtown Merriweather today. The snow is melting and the creeks are running. Sad to see winter go.
A woman walks into an 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, “Whats your occupation?”“I’m a Lady of the night,” she says.The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, “Lets 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 a thousand little peckers last year.The accountant says, “Chicken farmer it is”!