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: as with most posts on this subreddit, this did not happen today. quite a while ago, in fact, when i was 4 years old.

i grew up living two hours away from my grandparents who lived in a quaint little town in central indiana. we didn't get to see them often, so all visits were a big deal. one weekend many moons ago, my mother, my two sisters, and i loaded into the minivan and drove the two hours to visit mammaw and pappaw. we were staying for a few days so we were all very excited. the trips continues as normal and everything is running smoothly. that was, until day number three.

on day number three of our little visitation, i woke up feeling like a little asswipe. just one of those days. ya know, where the world is just pissing you the fuck off. well on this day, my mother and sisters left to go visit some great uncle or something and i refused to go. i was staying with my grandparents. i didn't really want to just stay and talk with them, i just didn't want to go with my mom. so i head into my grandparents' basement which was rarely used, full of boxes, and happened to be the place of banishment for loud and obnoxious toys.

seeing as i was a pissy little 4 year old that day, i went to play with said loud and obnoxious toys, but they just weren't cutting it that day. i decided that i would blow off some steam by throwing around some pool balls on the pool table. it was no big deal, pappaw and the grandkids had spent many hours horsing around on this very table. however, there was one small hitch to it, the floor wasn't exactly level. if you set a ball on it, it would roll. this pool table was also set up so that when a ball was sunk into a pocket, a slightly angled track used gravity to pull all the balls to a rack at one end of the table. this combination of a floor that was not level and a slightly slanted track that depended on the floor being level made for the occasional mishap. if the ball wasn't going fast enough, it would stop rolling before it reached the rack at the end of the table. normally it was no big deal because someone would just lift the end of the table and it would continue rolling. 

in my little fury of throwing around pool balls, one became stuff roughly 2.5 feet (yes, i'm american and we use the imperial system, kill me) from one pocket. being a little macho 4 year old that didn't want to call on his grandfather for help decided to crawl onto the face of the table and stick his arm in the pocket to try to grab the ball and pull it out.  i just couldn't reach it, but i just kept reaching and pushing my arm in until i realized that i was up to my shoulder and i couldn't move. it was wedged in there like peter north's penis in a virgin asshole.

 i didn't want my grandparents to know that i'd been crawling on the pool table so i just kept quite and tried to wriggle out. no such luck. after a good 30 minutes, my granpappy yells down to ask if everything is ok and of course i tell him i'm doing fine. another 15 minutes later he came down and he really had no idea what the fuck was going on. after yanking on me a little bit, he realized that we were going to need something slippery. (he was 70, he didn't have any lube you fucking pervert.) he cried out, "dolores, get the goddamn butter. our grandson is stuck in the pool table." she had to come down to investigate before actually going to get the butter and we slathered that on like irish redheads slather on sunscreen. it didn't work. my shoulder and upper arm was covered in butter and that shit wasn't budging. it also didn't help that i was crying at this point because that's what 4 year olds do. 

so we really don't know what to do at this point. we're desperate. pappaw calls up the neighbor with the phone upstairs and i just hear the word "jigsaw." i'm bawling. i believe they're going to cut my arm off. next thing i know, there's an old man that i've never met before with a saw that is an inch from my fucking arm. he's cutting through the pool table top and i was certain he was going to amputate me at the shoulder. after a few minutes of this mentally scaring experience, i'm free from the entrapment of now my least favorite game on earth. lasting impact: i'm terrified of jigsaws and becoming an amputee, i hate playing pool, and there's a massive fucking hole in my grandparents' pool table.

TIFU by playing pool