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: this happened when i was fifteen. for background i grew up in hickville, usa and the high school i went to was crazy. about 95% of the guys chewed (really dipped as everyone had copenhagen rather than redman) tobacco or smoked. people were showing up drunk on the daily. people got expelled for bringing guns onto campus so they could sell them (this was after columbine and newtown, and shame on the school's administration for not locking down the school each time they knew about it).  almost everyone carried knives. i was in the majority that used tobacco. around that time i was dipping like crazy. 

the night before the fuck up i was caught by my dad (an essentially straight edge man who rarely drank and never smoked anything in his life) while i had a massive dip in.  i swallowed the fat dip i had in so naturally i threw up (i couldn't stomach it at all) a lot. i had just gotten three cans of grizzly that day and didn't want to waste them. so the next morning i faked being sick so i could stay home as i didn't sleep that night.  

so onto the fuck up. i decided to get rid of the cans by dipping them off quickly rather than throw away two and a half cans of wintergreen flavored cancer. i got through the half can and had the biggest nicotine buzz of my life. i then open the second can and put one in while resisting the urge to vomit as at that point me and wintergreen weren't friends. a few minutes later i put another in. i repeat until half of can #2 is gone. 

i then get the familiar gagging and run to the bathroom. i managed to lose half of my stomach acid as i hadn't eaten anything. i got up and was really fucking dizzy, like the house is spinning  at 50 miles an hour. my heart was racing and i was shaking so a lot.  my stomach hurt a lot and i felt like i was still going to vomit. i then went into my room and sat down for a bit. i still felt like i was going to pass out. i got up and laid on the clothes strewn across my bedroom for about an hour. i didn't move aside from the shaking and it still felt like the house was spinning. i ended up blacking out for twenty minutes or so.

i got up and went to the living room and sat on the couch for another hour. then the fog of dizziness and nausea slowly faded away.  you would have thought that that would have swayed me from ever touching that stuff again but that wasn't the case. i ate a leftover steak and opened the can again and dipped more. the exact same thing happened again. i stopped once and for all that day. looking back now i realize what a fucking idiot i was. i'm lucky i didn't fucking die. to this day if someone opens a can around me my stomach does violent barrel rolls.

TIFU by giving myself nicotine poisoning twice in four hours...