Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Sat, 23 Oct 1999 02:42:47 -0400
"Blonde Mail..."
A blonde went to her mail box several times
before it was even time for the mailman
to make his rounds.
A neighbor noticed her repeated trips to
the curb and asked if she was waiting for
a special delivery.
Her reply was: "My computer keeps telling
me, 'You've got mail...'
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"Can't Be Reached"
A blonde is speaking to his 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."
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"Blonde Driver"
A State Trooper pulls a car over on a lonely
back road and approaches the blonde lady
driver.
"Ma'am, is there a reason that you're weaving
all over the road?"
The woman replied, "Oh officer, thank
goodness you're here. I almost had an
accident! I looked up and there was a tree
right in front of me. I swerved to the left and
there was another tree in front of me. I
swerved to the right and there was another
tree in front of me!"
Reaching through the side window to the
rear view mirror, the officer replied,
"Ma'am ...that's your air freshener."
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