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?"

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."


?

?
The executive was interviewing a young blonde
for a position in his company.

He wanted to find out something about
her personality so he asked,
"If you could have a conversation with someone,
living or dead, who would it be?"



The blonde quickly responded,

"The living one."