A young blonde woman is speaking to her 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 cell phone?"
Blonde: "That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox on my car."
Psychiatrist: "Uh... How's that working for you?"
Blonde: "Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet."
Psychiatrist: "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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