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: so, just to explain, i've been reading tifu for a while & finally decided to make my own account & put some of my own fuck-ups on here, for anyone who read my other post, this also happened a few years ago, in fact this happened only a month or two after the previous one, so here we go.

so, shortly after the loss of my firestaff, bob & i decided to go camping, it was summer, we had nothing to do & we both love the outdoors. this was not a preplanned event, this was a 'sitting outside in the middle of the night, don't feel like being in the house tonight' thing, so that's how i ended up sneaking into my home, retrieving my new tent, sleeping bags etc. & pitching said tent at 3am with my now fiance after an early hour supply run to the local 24 hour asda. this decision lead to a 4 day camping trip where we were joined on & off by various friends, generally accompanied by ample alcohol. the first night was fine, just the 2 of us enjoying a starlit night in the middle of a well hidden section of a local park, the second night we were joined by 2 of our friends & this is where the alcohol first began to flow & so the fuck up begins.

i can't remember most of what was actually drunk that night but i do remember one particular concoction that i believe was agreed should not be tried again, namely, vimto & rum, apparently not a good combination (though not having tried it i can't really comment either way). now the way it's set up is bob & i have our tent at one side of the clearing we'd found & the other couple had there tent across from us. when i bought our tent it came as a full set complete with sleeping bags, camping mats & chairs. the other girl had brought her tent, sleeping bags & what she thought were 2 chairs but it later transpired when she took them out of their bags that they were in fact small camping tables,1 of which was broken. 

& so the drink flowed & burgers were consumed & we were generally having a pretty good time together when bob feels the call of nature & gets up to relieve himself behind a nearby tree. it's at this point i suddenly realize that he & the other lad have claimed my chairs & myself & the other girl are sitting on the tables, more to the point, i seem to have ended up perched on the broken one. feeling this is highly unfair i rise & plonk myself down upon the seat bob just vacated, moments later he returns & decides this is not acceptable. he stands behind me & promptly flicks my ear, telling me it's his seat & i should move, to which i respond by parroting his own teaching of 'get to your feet, lose your seat. he flicks me again telling me to move & again i refuse. his next move is to try to remove me from the seat by pushing me off however, due to the amount of brain inhibiting liquid consumed by now he misjudges & instead of pushing me off the chair, causes myself & the chair to tip forward, sending me plummeting towards the fiery abyss that was our barbecue...

thankfully, my reflexes remain intact regardless of how pissed i am & so i managed to fling my arms forward in time to prevent myself from actually crashing down upon the meat-searing pit of sparks & charcoal, merely landing over it instead. the friends explode into a torrent of concern, bob is stood behind the fallen chair also concerned but fighting laughter & i am howling with laughter in my bizarre crab position, finding the irony of someone who regularly plays with fire almost being cooked on her own barbecue hilarious. i got up, perfectly unharmed, not even slightly singed, & perched myself back on the broken camping table, seeing it now as the safest option. 

thankfully the rest of the camping trip proceeded without further incident & we regularly laugh about it & plan to go camping again as often as we can once we have the time & money (it got quite expensive keeping everyone sufficiently fed & pissed, hence we packed up on day 5)

TIFU by nearly getting cooked