(Pro tip from a certified Intertunnel explorer: mute the audio)

Well, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, but I’ve never seen a fiery hellstorm-vortex topped with debris and bits of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. At least she’s gone to a better place. Namely, anywhere that isn’t Kansas.

Taken out of context, this video might seem a bit disturbing to some. It’ll seem awesome to everyone else, because let’s face it, a fiery hellstorm-from-hell is a lot cooler than a plain old brush fire. Nobody died, so I’m allowed to joke about it freely without feeling any pangs of eternal remorse, and  getting moved from Santa’s Nice List to his That Guy List. I’m sure a lot of precious flora and fauna was cleansed from the middle-American dirt, but I’ve noticed they don’t seem to hesitate to reproduce themselves the way art history majors do.

It’s sort of a shame that we don’t see events like this more often. I’d actually watch TV if the news featured incoming fiery death more often. All it does right now is tell me I’m fat and stupid. I may be stupid, but at least I’m not dumb enough to watch an anorexic lecture me about my eating habits. If they had a channel that reported solely on fiery hellstorms then hell, yes I would watch the hell out of it. I’d watch it all day, every day. I’d even go out and buy a television, instead of only watching TV every four years when I’m hospitalized and the geriatric in the next bed has it on.