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.

[EX Q]: Text: well, actually, tuesday i fucked up by taking a shit that destroyed part of my house, but rule #4 prevented this post from happening for a couple days. in the end, that's probably a good thing for the post, because the shit was just the tip of the iceberg. i've been fucking up every day since when trying to deal with this.

tuesday morning, about 3 am, i wake up and go to the bathroom. i sit down and know i'm in for some trouble because this dump is large and about to punish my butthole. some pain and minutes later, i finish up and flush the toilet. clogged. i shut the rising water off, grab the plunger and get to work. that clog ain't budging. screw this, it's 3am, i'll deal with it after i actually wake up. i go to work on it again in the morning. still ain't budging. screw it. i shower and go to work, i'll deal with it when i get home.

i get home, head into the bathroom. the bowl of the toilet reeks. it's lined with dry shit water. i turn the water back on to let it fill back up and rinse the bowl, then i go sit down and watch some tv. about 15 minutes later, i hear a loud crash. there always used to be loud crashes in this house with no explanation, we'd chuckle and say it must be the ghost. without missing a beat, i chuckled and thought, "must be the ghost." about 1/2 an hour later, i had to piss, and remembered i needed to unclog a toilet too. i walk around the corner, open the door, and holy shit.

the toilet is running. the flapper never came down and it just kept filling and filling until the floor is covered in shit water. i start to panic and dash in, throw towels on the ground, it's not enough. i run into my bedroom and start grabbing old shirts to throw down. still not enough. i run back and grab an old sheet and comforter off the bed. that manages what's on the floor. as i stand there wrapping my head around this, i remember the crash 1/2 an hour earlier. my eyes dart to a/c vent on the floor... motherfucker, who puts a vent on the floor? i do the math and take off down the steps into the basement.

hvac ducts all over the floor. shitty pouring down through where those pipes used to be, all over the wash and dryer, all over cardboard boxes, clothes, files, records. and then i grab a nearby stool and sit down and watch as the water slows to a steady drip. "oh. shit. this is bad." 

mopped the basement up, and started to let it dry. came back up stairs and went into the bathroom. threw the shit water soaked rug into the tub. continued cleaning up what water was left over with my soon to be trashed shirts and bed clothes. go into my bedroom to sit down and take just take everything in again. "hm, this carpet is a little wet. must have tracked some water in with me earlier." fuck up number two. and in the end, the grandest fuck up.

later that night, i notice the carpet isn't really drying. the wet foot prints i left, they were starting to become pretty soggy. i grab a towel, drop it on top of it, and start trying to soak it up. fuck up number three because there was no method to my madness. i should have been working from the outside in. instead, i was just spreading all that water out. by the end of the night, two or three soggy foot prints becomes a giant puddle of shit water in my carpet that will not relent. i stay up until around 2 am, going at it from the outside in this time, but the damage has already been done. i put a fan on it and go to bed.

wake up wednesday morning. it's pretty bad. on the way home from work, i swing by a hardware store to rent a wet vac. the internet seemed pretty high on these thing's ability to suck water out of a carpet. six hours later, i've maybe sucked 1/2 gallon a of water out. in the end, i think it only made things worse as several spots seemed much wetter than before. that's what, tifu #4?

things didn't seem too bad on thursday. with the exception of a couple spots, the carpet was just damp. i kept a fan on it when it wasn't covered. washed and dried some towels, dropped them to soak and went out for a couple hours. i get home, and the smell of shit is permeating through the house. i didn't think to close off the few a/c vents that still work. 

friday morning. the carpet smell begins to hit. it wasn't too strong though. i take to the internet again. if your carpet's a bit damp, what does the internet tell you to do? baking soda! so i threw that baking soda down and left for work. turns out baking soda will fuck up your vacuum cleaner. i guess that's not too serious because it's not like it'll do it right off that bat, but i just feel like this week keeps on kicking. at this point, i'm out of ideas. i'm pretty sure it's gone through to the subfloor. tearing the carpet and padding up wasn't really an option to begin with, and now i'm taking a break from cleaning out my room and preparing to tear everything up. i am defeated. 

 

edit: so this took off since i last got to check it. thanks for the gold, whoever did that!

yes, there is home owner's insurance. things are going to get taken care of. i got bent on trying to take care of the carpet without removing everything from my bedroom. i get now that it's something i can't tackle by myself. those of you who told me to get a dehumidifier right away to help dry things out and slow down or prevent things from happening, i did that. i don't really know what else i can offer in the way of an update right now?

some people seemed bothered that this started on tuesday and not today? sorry? i checked the rules and they said that was okay.

anyway, glad some people got a kick out of it. thanks for the comments and advice.
[EX A]: took a shit that flooded my bathroom. it destroyed the insulation, a/c, a ton of possessions, and now the additional nightmare of my carpet.

[EX Q]: Text: ok, in english we are working on a research paper.  i got wwi and how it let to wwii, so easy.  i get to a computer to continue typing and i take a computer in the back(note, these are not the greatest computers).  i log in blah blah blah, then i notice that it is taking forever to log on.  it is saying almost done for about 10 mins, i am doing ctrl alt delete and i open up the task manager to try to bypass to the desktop because our school is turning all of our computers into windows 8.1.  i have windows 8 on my computer at home so i know how to use it.  it goes to the desktop finally,  but something is wrong.  there are no icons on the screen.  i try to hit the windows button, use the bottom left hand corner area to get to the start menu.  i try to use the "directory"? i don't know what to call it but you go to the bottom right corner and it opens the tab with search, share, and start blah blah blah and every time i try to get to something other than my empty desktop.  i do ctrl alt delete again and i hit help, note i have restarted, logged off, switched users, and shut down the damn thing,  and it opens and it hit help.  it opens the windows help and blah blah blah window to try to help.  the window doesn't respond and it gives me a weird error screen.  it then blue screens and shuts down.  my teachers don't know how to work with computers and ask my what happened.  i said i got a blue screen of death.  they then took me to the office and they got the technician guy, the computer will not start at all at this point.  he pats me on the back and says "that computer is so old, i don't know why the school switched to windows 8.1, that processor is from 2004.  and it failed to make the full swap from windows 7 to 8.1."  before he said that i was sure i was going to pay for this computer.  so according to him, i broke an already broken computer, i got no work done today.
[EX A]: i blue screened an already broken shity windows 8.1 computer from 2004, i thought i had to pay for it.

[EX Q]: Text: insert obligatory “this didn’t happen today but about 3 years ago” here.

okay so i’ve always had really strange urges to listen to things, my most common being chewing on plastic, it sounds really weird, and for some reason i really enjoy it. but i hate asmr, mostly cause it’s weird. 

anyways, i was 14 and bored as hell, so i went downstairs to eat some cereal, (i eat when i’m bored, i have a problem, i know) and i grabbed the milk jug only to realize there isn’t any milk in the bag, so i grabbed a bag from the fridge and pulled out the scissors to open the bag, and as i opened them, i realized it produced a really satisfying sound, so i put it closer to my ear. 

now here’s the fuck up, i was so enthralled in listening to the scissors, i forgot i had an appendage there, and proceeded to cut my ear... badly. now i didn’t sever anything, but it hurt, like a lot. literally no one knows this happened, because this was the dumbest thing i’ve ever done. i covered my ear until it stopped bleeding and didn’t say a word. thankfully i didn’t cut anything off, cause i’d have a fuck of a time explaining that.

 
the audiophile in me took over and i cut my ear with scissors trying to listen to the sound they make, like a moron.
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