"A blonde is speaking to her psychiatrist. 'I'm on the road a lot,
and my clients are complaining that they can never reach me.'
Psychiatrist: 'Don't you have a phone in your car?'
Blonde: 'That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox in my car.' Psychiatrist: 'Uh ... How's that working?'
Blonde: 'Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet.'
Psychiatrist: 'And why do you think that is?'
Blonde: 'I figure it's because when I'm driving around, my zip code keeps changing.'"
viaand my clients are complaining that they can never reach me.'
Psychiatrist: 'Don't you have a phone in your car?'
Blonde: 'That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox in my car.' Psychiatrist: 'Uh ... How's that working?'
Blonde: 'Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet.'
Psychiatrist: 'And why do you think that is?'
Blonde: 'I figure it's because when I'm driving around, my zip code keeps changing.'"
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