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: only a small fuck up this one, but a traditional fuck up. this took place last night when i went out drinking at the pub.

so i was at the pub, having a few drinks with my boyfriend and three other friends (two female, one male). we're all happily chatting away and eventually, half way through my third jd and coke, i realise i need to break the seal.

excusing myself i dash to the ladies, the urgency of my urination increasing as i skitter around the bar. by the time i reach the cubicles i'm pretty desperate, so i just dash inside one and lock the door.

here is where my fuck up truly begins. when i had dashed off to pee, i had left my handbag with my boyfriend, and only grabbed my phone for some light redditing while i relieved my bladder. now, as i felt the sweet, sweet relief of that occurring, my body made known that it wanted to relieve the other passage too. 'fair enough', i thought, and on i pooped.

clearly the alcohol had impaired my judgment, as i thought nothing of transitioning directly from pee to poop, nor of the predicament i had placed myself in. for as soon as i was finished pooping i reached across to grab some toilet paper, only to find it empty.

the first thought to cross my mind was 'shit'. i had no handbag with me from which to grab a pack of tissues, only a phone. it was about half eleven on a sunday night so the toilets were empty except for myself. only the two girls from my table would be able to come save me, and one's phone had dropped to 1% battery over an hour prior. the other had maxed out her data cap.

the first thing i did was fire off an all caps "help me" text to my boyfriend, detailing my predicament. no response. crap. send text to girl with battery life on her phone in the hope she has wifi. not delivered. send text to male friend at table. nothing.

at this point i'm starting to panic. what was i to do? i'd either have to risk someone walking in and face exposure as i hobbled to another cubicle in search of paper (an increasingly likely option), get poop on my knickers, or wait for someone to walk in.

in the meantime i message a few other friends to see if their brains could come up with any creative solutions. one told me i was fucked, the other (unsurprisingly) just laughed.

suddenly, just as i was about to attempt the hobble, my phone rang. it was my boyfriend! bless him! i quickly answered, only to find i was even more screwed than before. the other girls had gone home while i had been stuck, leaving only guys to come to my aid. guys who couldn't enter the ladies room.

fortunately, at that moment (just as my boyfriend was going to look for a female bartender to help) my saviour walked in. i don't know who she was, and i never saw her face, but i hastily ended the call as she finished her own business, and then begged her for toilet paper.

moral of the story- always check for toilet paper and always take your handbag with you.

TIFU by not checking for loo roll