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: like dozens of tifus this in fact happened many eons ago… as with most standard 8th grade biology classes, ours was filled with fun and inspiring experiments. one in particular was based on the use of yeast, specifically in brewing. sadly, given our age and the reputation of the school we were to brew ginger beer and not the good stuff. after several days, maybe a week, we came to the class to inspect the fruits of our labour. each of us had a standard 500ml soda bottle practically bursting with freshly brewed ginger beer.
 
much to our disappointment we discovered that the resultant brew was in fact disgusting and hardly fit for human consumption. it was then we realised that due to the excess co2 provided by the yeast the bottles were highly pressurised and exploded at the slightest provocation. being the adolescent boys we were the only appropriate thing to do with these plastic projectiles was to throw them with all our might at the playground wall. watching them exploded and wiz around powered by nought but ginger beer got me thinking.
 
rushing home that day i enthusiastically explained the experiment to my mother and asked if we could replicate it here at home, with one minor adjustment…
 
come the weekend i was brewing a dozen or so 500ml soda bottles and one giant 2l bottle. the following friday i arrived at school with a duffle bag packed with my homebrewed ginger beer.
 
rushing out with my classmates, we argued who would get the honour of launching this mighty missile. although after feeling the giant bottle we agreed the weight of it meant throwing it at the wall was going to be futile. we decided that robby would climb the tree and subsequently the (single storey) building and throw it off the roof. the excitement was palpable.
 
standing well back from the splash zone, the moment came. robby threw down the bottle onto the hard stone floor… but nothing happened. the bottle hit the stone and barely bounced, just stayed there taunting us. another boy, chris, ran out to pick it up to pass back to robby only for it to blow up in his face, literally. the explosion was epic and unexpected, the noise was like a cannon firing, and chris was splattered with the contents.
 
looking back it probably only lasted seconds, if that, but in the moment it felt like an age. seeing the horror on everyone’s faces, the collective decision to just run, spiriting away in our haste we left the duffle bag filled with smaller bottles.
 
sat in class moments later we eventually heard the sirens and saw the emergency services. chris sat in the back corner, no one dared sit next to him least they catch a whiff of the smell which was pungent to say the least.
 
remarkably the only trouble we got into was internal. the school put two and two together with chris and the smell in the playground and automatically put us all in detention. being the noble chap i am, i revealed that i and i alone was responsible and was placed on lunchtime cleaning duty for the rest of term.
 
once home i discovered the school had informed my parents and that is where the true punishment came. for the next several months the only drink, aside from water and milk, in the house was ginger beer. no beer or wine for my parents either, at dinner parties they served ginger beer, at breakfast they served ginger beer, in my backpack each day was ginger beer. they made damn well sure i would never forget my mistake and i cannot stand the taste or smell of the stuff since.

TIFU by causing a bomb scare at my school