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: a few years ago i had time off from work and decided it would be best spent riding my bicycle from sacramento to bodega bay, then to santa cruz to visit some friends. i had massive sunburn on my legs but other than that i was fine and we had a great time in santa cruz.

on my last night there, my buddy (we'll call him jake) and i went to the neighbors to hang out, but they were going to a rave in the forest and didn't have space to take us so they gave me some mushrooms as a consolation prize. so we rounded up a few guys from jake's university to hang out with us and get drunk.

after the 250 mile bicycle ride there, 3 mushrooms, 2 forties of coor's, a few shots and a few guinness to my dome,  i thought it would be a really good idea to solidify the perception of me being a total badass in my new friends' eyes by *spitting goddamn fire.* but what would make it more impressive? hmmm, let's see, how about chugging *6 motherfucking shots of rum from a graduated cylinder and chasing it with another shot of rum?* foolproof! i am not a clever man when drunk, and everyone else was on my level. what could possibly go wrong?

so i grab my fuel, build a torch, hang a sopping wet bath towel around my neck, and proceed to drink enough alcohol to make even shia labeouf sweat. the first few fireballs went all right, but somewhere around 4 or 7, worst case scenario occurs: my fucking head is on fire. as fast as a .30%bac can move, i grab the wet towel and fling it over my head, but it's a few seconds before jake sees that there is still a fire burning on my neck and chin, and throat-tackles me to put it out. jake is a solid bro.

at first i think i'm fine, but after about ten minutes i'm laying on the bathroom floor screaming my lungs out it hurt so bad. jake scours the house looking for anything to dope the pain, tylenol, aspirin, weed, but there is nothing. literally nothing. neighbors to one side are at rave, neighbors to the other side had just smoked all their pot and had nothing else either. it was 3 hours before i finally lost consciousness.

i woke up incredibly hungover, not to mention that now my facial skin is burnt, filled with fluid and loosely hanging from my face. i looked, moved, and sounded, like a zombie. i take the 17 to san jose to buy a train ticket back to sacramento, where my credit card is declined!! i have to borrow a phone(hard task when you look like an undead hobo on a bicycle) to borrow money to get a train ticket, another friend picks me up from the station, and 24 hours after the incident i'm finally in the hospital getting shot up with painkillers.

 

edit: minor grammar mistakes i didn't notice from minimizing every time my boss walked by

[TIFU] trying to impress a bunch of guys I had just met.