That infamous day that comes every April.....

A prostitute goes into the tax preparer to get her tax form done. "Okay," says the tax guy, "We need to list your profession for income purposes."
"Well," she says, "Prostitution."
"No, no we can't put that down!" the tax guy says.
"Oh well, then a hooker," she says.
"No, no, still won't accept that."
So she thinks for a minute and replies, "Chicken farmer."
"Chicken farmer?" says the tax guy.
"Sure," she says, "I raised over 200 cocks last year!"


Badda Bing....Badda Boom....

Badda Bing.....Badda Boom....