A blonde is speaking to his psychiatrist.
Blonde, "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 figured it's because when I'm
driving around, my zip code keeps changing."











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