The client in need to file her taxes visits an accountant for the first time. “Before we begin I’ll need some information.” He gets her name, address, social security number, etc, and then asks, “What is your occupation?” “I’m a whore,” she says. The accountant balks and says, “No, No, that will not work; too gross. Let’s try to rephrase that.” The woman says, “O.k., I’m a high-end-call girl.” “Sorry, that is still too crude. Try again.” Both think for a minute, then the woman says, “How about ‘elite chicken farmer’.” Socked, the accountant asks, “What does chicken farming have to do with being a high-end-call girl?” “Well, I raised over a thousand little peckers last year.”

Lorie and Fanny are having a conversation during their lunch break. Lorie asks, “So, Fanny how’s your sex life these days?” Fanny replies, “Oh, you know. It’s the usual, Social Security kind.” “Social Security?” Lorie asked surprised. “Yeah, you get a little each month, but it’s not enough to live on.”

“Is it true that you send flowers anywhere?” the young man asked the FTD clerk.
“Of course,” she said. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Send me to New York. I’d like to visit my boyfriend.”

The luxurious Reno hotel was engulfed in flames as the firemen battled the blaze and attempted to rescued the guests a man clad only in a towel came running from the hotel. “Have you seen a beautiful redhead running around naked?” he asked breathlessly.
“No, I haven’t,” a fireman replied. “Well, if you do, you can have her,” the man said. “She’s already paid for.”