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The prostitutes tax return

A woman walks into an accountant's office and tells him that she

needs to file her tax returns.

The accountant says, "Well, before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions."

He gets her name, address etc and then asks,"What's your occupation?"

"I'm a prostitute," she says.

The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, "Let's try to re phrase

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 poultry farmer."

The accountant asks, "Excuse my ignorance but what does poultry farming have to do with being a prostitute?"

"Well, believe it or not, I must have raised a thousand cocks last year."

"Poultry Farmer it is then !!

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Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree on a Double Decker.

It was just After Eight.

They got off at Quality Street.

He asked her name. 'Polo, I'm the one with the hole' she said with a Wispa.

... 'I'm Marathon, the one with the nuts' he replied.

He touched her Cream Eggs, which was a Kinder Surprise for her.

Then he slipped his hand into her Snickers, which made her Ripple.

He fondled her Jelly Babies and she rubbed his Tic Tacs.

Soon they were Heart Throbs.

It was a Fab moment as she screamed in Turkish Delight.

But, 3 days later, his Sherbet Dip Dab started to itch.

Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett and he had Allsorts!

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