Blonde and psychiatrist.

[Netty]

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

Netty. :hammy:

[DonnaB]

Wow! Adds new meaning to zip........code.

:hysterical:

[GR@PH;<'S]

Netty,


GR@PH;<'S   :Hammys pint: