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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