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."

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