A blonde is speaking to her psychiatrist.
Im on the road a lot, and my clients are complaining that they can never reach me.

Psychiatrist: Dont 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 … Hows that working?
Blonde: Actually, I havent gotten any letters yet.

Psychiatrist: And why do you think that is?
Blonde: I figure its because when Im driving around, my zip code keeps changing.

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The following sign was posted at a fast food restaurant owned by two blondes:
Parking for drive-through customers only!
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