In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.
Example: Text: quick backstory: i am a duel enrollment student (still in high school but goes to college full-time) and don't have my license so i bike home. 

now let's get to the fuck up. i was riding down the sidewalk and up ahead was a golf cart blocking the way. the man who was using kindly moved it out of my so i could get past. as i go by, i give him the nod and say "thank you" just to be courteous.  well he didn't really give me that much space so as i was saying thank you, my goes into the grass and i quickly try to readjust, resulting in my tire hitting the side of the sidewalk and me falling off my bike. i looked like a complete dumbass and just laughed to myself and kept riding.  luckily, i don't take myself too seriously, so i wasn't that embarrassed.
Example solution: said thank you, fell off my bike.
Example explanation: This summary is appropriate for the given text post because the focus of this post is about a humorous situation caused by "thanking someone and later falling off from the bike".

Problem: Text: dear reddit
     today i royally fucked up. it all began a few weeks ago when a french 1 student mentioned this item he had ordered. the world's hottest chocolate [bar] (vat19.com/item/worlds-hottest-chocolate-bar) was the talk of the freshman french 1 class that i assist. it was to be consumed by the two french 3s who help out during their study hall on its arrival. i was quite willing to satisfy the desires of the sadistic little shits so they would stop being pests. 
    now today, the microwaves were broken, so my process of making tea was stalled (i have a beverage so i can stay awake in later periods), meaning that i arrived 5 minutes later than usual. 
     on my arrival, i see the two most excited freshmen weeping and red-faced, still in recovery with their bout of chocolate. still lost for breath, one simply hands my the box, a tiny thing. when i open it, i find a tiny piece of chocolate, not much bigger than a quarter or a euro. the end appears chipped, and its stylized with little lines. not to be outdone, i eat the piece given to me. after a few moments, the hell begins.
    it starts when the loudest of this group of spice obsessed fools asks "philippe (my french name), did you just eat all of that?" 
    "was it not one piece?" my still inact mouth asked.
    "that was the rest of the bar"
    the room is silent. i now realize how totally fucked i am. i realize that i just consumed 7 pieces of chocolate, each imbued with a chili extract with a scoville unit of 9 million (i can't verify this but that what the site says)
    suddenly my mouth is filled with satan's armies. every stopper on my eyes, nose and mouth is pulled and my face turned red as lucifer himself. 
    "you should probably notify people of that *before* they eat it, richard"
    

i learned two things in that second
1: no amount of spicy foods in my house would ever  amount to this, and spicy just got a new definition.

2: teachers are fairly okay with you calmly saying "holy fuck" when you have just felt the wrath of hellfire in your mouth.

a freshman passes me a quart and a half of milk, which i drain in about 4 seconds, my mouth still wanting more. i remember that one of the two cold water fountains is on the third floor, where i am. after 15 minutes of straight cold water to the mouth, i get ahold of my school ipad and search how to rid my mouth of this hell. after making it through the web filters and wiping the water off the screen for the 20th time, i finally see a place that alleges that my savior is citric acid. i sprint to my lunch to see of i have such luck as to have some, the french one class entirely distracted by my apparently comical predicament. the one day i forgot to pack juice. my sorrow is stalled, however, because i sight my bagel. bagels are the potions you use when travelling to a healer. as i run out the door, i notify my instuctor of my destination: **the vending machine**
     sustained by my bagel, i make it to the vending machines on the first floor. my savior was number 50. never has my debit card come from my wallet so fast. after draining it, my mouth finally relaxes enough to realize how bloated i feel. it was a bad 48 minutes.

coming out the other side didn't feel great, but it was but a slap on the wrist compared to my first experience.

Solution: accidentally ate 7 pieces of satan's chocolate shit  and put my mouth through all hell.