A hot, sweaty farmer walks into a bar and orders a cold beer.
"Dang, our baler broke down in the field today, and its humid and 100+ degrees out," the farmer complains. "I'm so hot and sweaty from repairing that thing that I just want to rip off all my dirty, sweaty clothes and run around the bar in frustration."
"Wait!" the bartender exclaims before reaching under the bar and grabbing a bottle of Windex and spraying the farmer down.
"There. That should stop you from streaking."