Saturday

This is a remarkable story. First, it's a river of fire made from bourbon. Even more amazing, the writer uses the word inflammable, which is the correct version of flammable, which, according to E.B. White, should only be used if you're concerned for the safety of illiterates.

The freak weather destroyed a warehouse in Kentucky holding bourbon. The inflammable spirit flowed into a nearby creek towards a lake. A lightning strike then set fire to the bourbon on the lake's surface. A small tornado sucked up the flaming liquid and set fire to nearby trees.