Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: hey reddit so i really did fuck up today and i figured if i wait even one day to tell you guys about it then i've tarnished the integrity of this sub. so, time-sensitive engagements be damned, you're hearing the raw post-fu reaction that hardens the dick of /r/tifu. 

i haven't been buying weed since i've been home from college over summer vacation because money and stuff. i'm a broke ass bitch and in all honesty have done nothing to deserve a cheat day, but fuck it my buddy was in town and i make poor choices so let's get a couple grams wahoo. 

so this was two days ago and i smoked most of it last night when my other friend was visiting for a night but i saved just enough for a magical evening of the devil's lettuce and game of thrones and i've been looming forward to this for at least six hours now. 

i got home this afternoon after a long day of work all sweaty and nasty and looking forward to my future fantasy and thc induced coma. i had to throw my rank ass clothes in the wash bc they're muddy and shit and i'm not a barbarian. 

~ foreshadowing ~

so i here the "ding a-ding dinga ling ding, bing, dinga-ling dinga-ling ding ding, dinga-ling dinga-ling ding ding, dinga-ling ding dippity doo!" of my parents new fancy ass washing machine and as soon as i opened the door i was overcome with the posthumous fumes of a night that would never be...my last nug was in a baggie in the pocket of one of the pants that i threw in with my laundry and now all my clothes and the laundry room smell fucking delicious in my opinion but mother will not have this. 

i dug through that pile of wet clothes until i found the sad remains of my happiness, limp and lifeless in a saggy deflated baggie. 

i ran the clothes through again and i just heard the dinga-ling song about a minute ago (just poopin' rn u know how i be) so i'll check that in a few when i'm done typing and my thighs are numb but as of now the weed is still ruined. i'm obviously going to try and smoke it still but i'm not optimistic. if not i'll take some sad resin hits and scrounge for kief but it won't be nearly the same. 

sleep soundly my sweet prince, you are gone but never forgotten. 

~ fin

TIFU my evening and possibly the entire week. Fuck.