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Post by Funky-Fran on May 27, 2002 0:14:27 GMT -5
A blonde 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 a phone in your car?" B: "That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox in my car. P: "Uh ... How's that working?" B. "Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet." P. "And why do you think that is?" B. "I figure its because when I'm driving around, my zip code keeps changing."
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