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: ok, so this didn't happen *today*, but it happened and that is the main. 

it was the summer of 2011 and i had just finished my first year of university and had come home for the summer. my parents are separated and both have awkward living arrangements (my dad works out of town & my mum didn't have her own place for me to stay) so there was a plan put in place for me to stay with my grandmother for most of the summer. she didn't have any internet installed and so they even went as far as to get a 3 month contract with the suppliers so i would feel somewhat at home in my new, floral surroundings.

so anyhow, i move in my desk, imac, speakers etc and after a few days of playing music & games etc my gran approached me and told me that whatever i was doing was too loud - so being in a position of compromise, i bought some new headphones. i was studying film production at the time and spent a lot of time editing my films, so i was due some new cans anyhow. so i made a point of buying the most anti-social headphones on the market, and landed on some real nice hq noise-cancelling motherfuckers (you can see where this is going immediately). everyone was a winner, my gran was left in peace to do whatever the fuck she was doing and vice-versa.

a lot of my nights were spent playing football manager until the early hours, with added bouts of facebook & youtube in-between. this one particular evening i had taken sheffield wednesday to the european cup final and was manic with delight, so much so i even considered suiting up for the actual final - yeah, i know.. so during one of my trawls through facebook i caught a glimpse of a picture of a girl i used to go to school with, she was pretty, very pretty in-fact, but her morals were always very low, somewhere near her ankles, much like her underwear, i imagine. i sat up in my seat and felt the brush of my jogging pants against my pipe, sending one of those lightning feelings of sexual hedonism right through me, as if all of my sexual being had aligned like planets and stars. i knew my destiny, and it was to slap my ham, right there, right then.

i quickly searched out the first porn site on my mind and set about finding a girl who bared as much resemblance to her as humanly possible, which as most men will agree, quickly dwindled into me clicking a thumbnail that featured a girl with the same hair colour. the joy of having a huge screen is that i can pull one of the tabs to the left of the screen and the other to the right, allowing me to indulge in both pornography and a slightly out of focus image of my whore queen at the same time, hoping that during my session the whole thing will ripple dissolve into one huge, grotesque fantasy before me. i was ready.

i put the volume to just two notches shy of the jackpot and hit play, i even allowed for some build up to allow me the time to pull down my pants and position my feet and legs into a place of comfort. fuck, did these headphones deliver! the quality was so high that if you listened really carefully between the pounding of adult flesh, you could just about hear the anguished tears of melanie rios' father hit the ground. i was in heaven. the whole thing lasted for what seemed like eternity, the rhythmic fucking, the swirls of moans through my ears, the coy smile of my queen. the ship was coasting steadily until something really fucking hot happened in the film and that was it, the countdown to launch began. there is no going back from this point. mission control were pumping images into my head that i never even knew i was capable of thinking. i closed my eyes and could feel the launch coming, 5, 4, 3.. i was now doing everything in my physical power to delay take-off, just to make it all the better. and then, bang. euphoria. i was floating through space, mission accomplished. i still for some reason imagine gary sinise as houston, saluting me as a tear fills his eyes. with my eyes tight shut and my toes curled into the carpet, i shot at least 5 ropes onto myself. there wasn't any need for me to care, i had a sock somewhere nearby. once i had mopped myself down, starting with a little dabbing of the brow, i slipped off the cans and took a deep breath. i could still hear the whines of miss rios through the evacuated headphones and so i closed off the page. i was met by the eyes of innocence to my right, the mona lisa to my twisted art, she looked a lot less appealing this time around. i pursed my lips and gave a slight nod of appreciation as i closed her off too. life was good.

or so i thought..

i turned in my chair to leave the room for the bathroom, and that's when i saw it. a cup of tea sat steaming on my bedside table, beside it was a snack sized peanut mighty bar (for those of you that are wondering, a peanut mighty is basically a snickers but less glamorous, you don't find them anywhere, the perfect criteria for any chocolate or sweets you're likely to find at your grandparents place.) this made the whole thing worse. at some point during take-off, with my eyes clasped shut, my gran has walked into my room bearing hot beverages and obscure chocolate peanut snacks and caught me shooting ghost ropes all over my creased stomach via the video of a latino in reverse cowgirl and a blurry image of a girl she's watched grow up with me throughout school. she had been shouting of me from the bottom of the stairs to come and grab the impromptu snacks and when i didn't respond, she got worried and decided to hand deliver them. if this isn't fucked up for any of you by this point, i'd like you all to know that my gran is basically crippled with arthritis and it takes her 3x longer to do things than most able bodied people. so after climbing what must have felt like mount everest to her, she reached the summit and found her grandson pulling himself around the computer chair by his own cock.

you never recover from things like this, i promise you.

edit: *i've just been linked a video from a ricky gervais skit that is basically the same story. i can absolutely assure you that this is 100% true, i have too limited a time on planet earth to make up stories about my gran catching me beat off.*

TIFU: by jacking off with my headphones on