One day a hooker went to file her taxes, and for occupation she put prostitution.

The tax collector explained that prostitution was an illegal occupation.

She said she’d have to go home and think about it and that she’d call him back in a hour with her occupation.

An hour later she called him and said, “I’ve got it… I’m a chicken farmer.”

He said, “How do you get chicken farmer out of prostitution.”

She said, “I raised over a thousand male reproductive organs last year.”