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: this happened yesterday. i got up in the morning, and felt like eggs for breakfast. i remembered i had some eggs from my parent's farm, and thought i might as well use them. i turned on the electric fry pan, got it oiled, and got the eggs out of the fridge. it then occurred to me that i had got these eggs quite a while ago; i couldn't remember exactly when, but they must have been pretty old. i decided (in hindsight, stupidly) that i'm sure they would be fine: they looked okay on the outside, and i had the frying pan all ready to go, so i may as well. anyway, i cracked one into the frying pan. 

i noticed it was rotten straight away. even though i had never seen a rotten egg before, it didn't look right: the yolk and white had mixed, it was discoloured and had a tinge of grey/green. and it didn't look nice being fried. then the smell hit me.

i am not good with smells. i seem to have a strong sense of smell; my girlfriend's morning breath can make me feel a bit sick, but mine doesn't seem to bother her at all. she occasionally plays pranks on me with stink bombs because she knows i react strongly to them. strong smells can make me nauseous, but i can usually recover. but the smell of frying rotten egg was something else: it was like strong sulphur, but had an acidic burning smell from the cooking, and it made me instantly, uncontrollably vomit.

the smell was just horrific, and i was retching uncontrollably. even worse, i actually vomited into the frying pan, and the acrid smell of last night's half-digested dinner being recooked made me violently vomit again. i had nothing left to puke however, and just threw up bile all over the pan, bench and floor.

i was panicking now. my nose was filled with abhorrent smells, my stomach was sore from all the retching, my eyes were also burning and watery, their was gunk everywhere, and i was still retching uncontrollably. i wasn't thinking straight and was just hunched over in the kitchen, moaning. my flat-mate must have heard me and ran through wondering what the fuck was happening. he ran into the kitchen and slipped on my bile on the floor, knocking me down with him. he smashed his head on the oven and we both landed in my bodily fluids on the floor.

i scrambled out of the kitchen and surveyed the scene. i had stopped retching, but not before coating the kitchen in puke, bile, and other relatively unattractive fluids, while just about concussing my flat-mate, who now refuses to go into the kitchen when i am there.

TIFU by frying a rotten egg.