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: tifu by not knowing my limits. it's been a rough week, so i decided to cope this weekend by having some drinks. i picked up some vodka, some margarita mix, and poked around the bargain bin. i'd never had four loko but heard the hype and i figured, for $1.99, why not.


i get home and my boyfriend is asleep. waiting for him to wake up, i play some video games while sipping on the the purple syrup known as four loko (seriously, i could feel my teeth rotting as i drank it, i brushed my teeth after finishing it). he's still not awake and it occurs to me that if he wakes up and sees that i bought 4l he's going to make fun of me, so i chug the rest and hide the evidence.

i'm okay for a while, i manage to make a salad and start making some curry. i drank a margarita while cooking and my boyfriend has woken up, and says, "did i tell you we're going out with my friends tonight?"

no, he didn't. but it's 6pm and he says we aren't going out until 8:30, so i figure, 2 hours to sober up some and i'll be good.


but i am so far from good that i don't even know what good looks like anymore. i decide to make sexual advances on my boyfriend while he's eating curry and he reacts poorly. i say, "why can't i give you a kiss?!" and he says "not with curry in my mouth!" i get unreasonably upset and have an emotional breakdown in my room. boyfriend comes to sit with me because i'm convinced that when he finishes school, he's going to break up with me. i know he's against long distance relationships, and he hates living in this town and wants to move into the city, but i have a good job here where i make decent money and have benefits. this is something i'm worried about and when i bring it up to him he usually dodges the question, but when i'm drunk it all comes out.

i have no idea how that conversation ended because the next thing i remember, i'm in his bed and his friends are in the room. i ripped a hole in my pajama pants earlier in the week so i haven't been wearing them, so i'm in my boyfriend's bed in a shirt and my underwear. apparently he had tried waking me up and tried getting me to put pants on, but i just mumbled incoherently and didn't move. i think about going to hide in my room, but i was at least somewhat covered up by the blankets, and getting up would just reveal everything (even though, upon seeing his friends, my first words were "i'm not wearing pants", so it wasn't a big secret). this is the part where you think we have an orgy, but it's not. his friends are sitting on the bed with me because there's nowhere else to sit, i'm still extremely drunk, and my boyfriend is playing a movie on his computer. i fall asleep again pretty quickly.

this morning my boyfriend tells me that the blanket didn't actually cover me up very well at all, and that his friends looked at my butt several times. i'm horrifically embarrassed by the whole night, but all i can say is, "good thing i've been doing squats."

TIFU by drinking a can of bargain bin Four Loko as fast I could