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 some of you may have read my tifu earlier about walking into the bathroom while the very same boyfriend's dad, named stanislav or stan, was in the bathtub.

oops, i fucked up again. poor, poor stan.

my boyfriend josh and i went to russia for his aunt's wedding. until the wedding we are staying at his father's dacha, which is basically like a house i guess. also, i keep a bottle of lube in my suitcase. that's just the kind of person i am. please contain your boners.

anyway, i was searching through my suitcase for a nice shirt to wear and pulled out the tub of lube in the process. as i'm cleaning, josh opens the door and by reflex i cover the lube with a shirt. he doesn't comment, grabs his wallet and goes away.

i flop onto the bed, facing away from the door and play games on my phone with my headphones in (holy crap there's internet in russia guise) and leave my lube-hiding t-shirt laying innocently on my bed. about half an hour of this and there's a knock on my door.

it is stan, come to tell me lunch is ready. however i can't hear or see him. so he throws a bean-bag at me. he has learned to keep one on hand because occasionally i'll zone out. the bean-bag hits me on the head, so i turn around and take out the headphones, and throw the beanbag back. he catches my measly throw with vodka-fueled ease and tells me food is ready.

not one to be defeated, i pick up my shirt and throw it at him. but alas, it is the one with the lube in it! i should have realized by the weight of the little tub, but i didn't. so i hit poor, poor stan square in the chest with the lube-hiding shirt.

but wait there's more.

somehow the tub opened, getting lube all over stan's shirt. the look on his face was one of violated horror as the offending tub tumbles innocently on top of my shirt on the floor at his feet.

poor, poor stan mutters what sounds to me as 'zah chem' with a ch sound in (don't know russian) as i scramble over to pick up the tub and shirt. he turns around and leaves. 

i think i'm just going to stop talking to or interacting with stan at all.
on the plus-side, he smells like strawberries.

edit: thanks to /u/kolove i know now that 'zachem' means 'why?!'

edit again: if you have any questions for stan, the victim of my fuckup saga (i'm here for a week and i'm sure there'll be more) i've posted a comment thread specifically for asking questions for me to parrot to him. i'll type and post his answer.

TIFU by throwing lube at my boyfriend's dad.