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: okay yeah, so this was about 6 years ago now. i recently remembered this story after years of trying to suppress it, and realized it was probably worthy of /r/tifu.

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so a few years back i was going on a date with my girlfriend at the time, and it was pretty early on in our relationship. i had some half-price coupons to the local theme park (valleyfair, holla back minnesotans) and we decided to go together. 

so we get to the theme park and right at the entrance of the park is this wicked roller coaster called [steel venom,] (http://i.imgur.com/ybicts0.jpg) and we decide that'll be our first ride. so we wait in line and get on the ride, and start buckling in. 

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now here comes the fuck up - after i push down my harness, i had just a *little* bit too much room to wiggle around. i figure i might as well push it one more notch, better safe than sorry right?

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as it turns out, i was very, very sorry for being safe. 

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i push the harness down one more notch and the ride starts, and i'm enjoying the ride from the safety of my snug harness, secure in the knowledge that i won't slip out and die. i'm a huge roller coaster guy, and i'm enjoying myself, having a great time, screaming louder than i need to.

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and then all of the sudden i realize i'm enjoying the ride a little bit too much.

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the harness, which was snugly contouring my body, unfortunately had an iron clad hold on my junk and was vibrating in all the ~~right~~ wrong ways. 

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i start to panic, and frantically try to adjust myself in any way to get my nether regions away from the roller coaster-turned-sex toy, but it was no use. i was trapped in the mechanical jaws of steel venom, trapped by my own proclivity towards safety, and wishing that i would've just let myself slip out of my harness instead.

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so at this point the ride is almost over, and i'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, i can hold out. this ride doesn't need to have a happy ending - through the power of sheer will, i may be able to resist. 

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but steel venom, the flighty temptress, had other plans. right at the end of the ride (any of you who have ridden (rode?) it before will know this) the ride stops on the tracks (when it's vertical) and shakes the passengers violently. it's normally a fun part of the ride - i think the point is to make it seem like the ride is breaking or something. however, this time around, it was my undoing. the roller coaster shook and, despite my best efforts, i got to know the roller coaster in the biblical sense.

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so we get off on the ride and i tell my date i need to go to bathroom. i assess the damage and my shorts and underwear are what an insurance company would call a "total loss."

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at this point i need to decide if i tell the truth to my date or make up some bullshit, and so, in my post-coitus addled brain, i call my dad and ask him for advice (i told my date to go on another ride without me). he tells me, "son, that's the funniest goddamn story i've ever heard, and i'm pretty sure she'll think so too." *click*.

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so i tell her the whole story, and she laughs and laughs (it's echoing in my head right now). i tell her that if we want to stay, i need to buy a new pair of bottoms from the gift shop, and that i'll wait here in the bathroom and she can pick some out, and i tell her to go nuts. 

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so she comes back with these sweatpants with "wild thing" in pink glitter printed on the butt ("wild thing" is another roller coaster at the theme park), i change, and the rest of the day wasn't nearly as "eventful."

TIFU by pushing the harness on a roller coaster one notch too tight.