A farmer is selling his peaches door-to-door and a home's door is answered by a 30ish shapely woman in a sheer negligee. He raises his basket and asks if she'd like to buy some. She pulls the top to one side and asks if they're as firm as this? He says yes ma'am they are, as a tear rolls from one eye. She pulls the other side of the top to the side and asks if they're as pink as this? He replies, yes ma'am they are, and a tear rolls down the other cheek. She pulls up the bottom of the negligee and asks if they're as fuzzy as this? He replies that yes they are and breaks down crying. She asks, what's the matter? He says, flooding got my soybeans, the drought got my corn, a tornado levelled my barn and now I think I'm gonna get F'd outa my peaches!
