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: i'll start by making the usual disclaimer: this happened two nights ago. so, basically today. whatever.

it all started after work on friday night. i work second shift (until 10:30 pm), so a few of my coworkers i get along with well invited me out for a few beers after work. i saw no harm in this, so i zipped home, threw on a little cologne, and walked across the street to the bar they were at. 

i show up a little before 11:00, and a few of my buddies were already a few beers deep. luckily enough for me, the bar was serving "twofers", and i got myself a pair of beers to start out the night. we bitch about work and talk about hot girls, you know, the usual. an hour and a half passes, and a few of my friends get picked up by their significant others or walk home. at this point, it's getting a bit late, and i figure i should head home myself. no such luck.

i bump into a few of my old high school buddies on my way out to have a cigarette and decide to have one more beer before hitting the road. we quickly catch up about old times, playing high school sports, etc. before i can make my exit, my buddy asks me if i want to hit up another more hopping bar before last call. against my better judgment, i decide to go with. his sober buddy is tagging along, and gives us a ride to another bar across town. 

let's be clear here -- my intentions were to get "a beer or two after work", and not get too crazy. these plans went out the window as soon as we showed up. we bump into some more long-lost friends, who immediately order a few rounds of shots. i oblige, as it would be rude to refuse a shot in good company. the next thing we know, the lights are on and it's bar close.

the same sober buddy (bless his heart) herds us all up and gets us to go to an afterparty at another friend's place. it's pushing 3:00 am at this point, but we don't really care (as most of us are now at least two sheets to the wind). we arrive at my buddy's house, and i get some really bad vibes. i'm not sure why i got sketched out, but i decided i should head home for real. we are on campus at the local technical college, only a mile and a half or so from my house, so i decide to say goodbye and hoof it on foot. 

my idea wasn't quite as bright as my drunk ass thought it was. a block or two into my endeavor, i realize it's pretty cold outside. naturally, i decide to pick up the pace to warm up, and start jogging. now, keep in mind, this is late winter in minnesota, and there is plenty of ice on the roads and sidewalks. also note that i just got off work (and didn't change), so i'm jogging in steel-toed work boots. i stumble my way along in the dark with relative ease, until i come to a dip in the road about a quarter mile from my place. i keep up the frenzied pace (no doubt looking ridiculous) and attempt to cross a very icy patch. here is where i beefed it hard.

i hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. we are talking full speed here, with no graceful landing or even an awkward catch. i land very hard on my right side, bashing my knee and twisting my ankle. the booze helped numb the pain a bit, but it felt like i got knee capped with a baseball bat. i shuffle on home, get into my apartment, and hit the sack.

i awoke to a horror scene. my leg was swollen and bruised, and my ankle was the size of a ruby red grapefruit. i could barely put any weight on it, let alone walk well. as i put two and two together, i remembered my inebriated escapade as well as my sudden interaction with the street. i find my wallet and my work clothes, but no keys. i lost my one set of car keys and apartment keys somewhere along the way, most likely when i visited the flesh-eating pavement bugs. only by sheer luck and complacency was my apartment unlocked. i'm going to get up early tomorrow and hobble along to try and find my keys...wish me luck!

TIFU by going for an impromptu drunk jog