For most people, the whole “F**k Luck” movement is meant to mean that luck does not exist, and that what most people perceive as luck is more a reflection of proper planning, use of knowledge and the support of other people who strive to help you. For others, it’s more of a mutterance when the day goes from bad to “take a drink and calm down” bad. I won’t even bother asking if you can guess which side of the coin the owner of this truck is on. You know exactly what’s going to happen, don’t you? It’s a classic recipe: strong truck (in this case a 1990s Suburban), a modestly-sized tree stump, and a slack tow strap. Get the cameras rolling, whip out your smartphones, and clasp your hands over the kids’ ears…this one is gonna be good. Normally pulling out a stump rips out a ton of the earth along with the hidden roots and for the most part, it’s a fairly uneventful time. This stump, however, looks long dried-out and snaps apart like a Kit-Kat bar…attached to a stretchy tow rope…being pulled by a Chevy that took a healthy run at it. You’ll hear three hits in about thirty seconds: the driver hitting the gas, the stump hitting the truck, and Dad hitting the breaking point. Then you’ll hear him rage so loudly that the birds will leave the neighborhood.

(Thank you, Carscoops, for making our afternoon!)