A blonde is speaking to her psychiatrist…

A blonde is speaking to her psychiatrist. „I’m on the road a lot, and my clients arecomplaining 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 didthe 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 drivingaround, my zip code keeps changing.“

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