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: note: this is not my story, but a good friend's fuck up. if you recognise it it's because my friend posted this story a couple days ago but it didn't turn out the way he wanted so asked me to re-write it for him. i am telling it from his perspective. enjoy.

   like a lot of these fuck ups, this did not happen today but occurred a few months ago, however it still haunts me to this day.

   it was during my exam period, and my parents wanted to go on holiday to paris with my sister. me, being the studious, hard working child that i am, convinced them to let me stay home and revise for my math exam that was fast approaching. so i was home alone all weekend. now i ask you, what does every teenage boy do when they are home alone and their parents are gone for a couple days? that’s right, i invited some friends round and got completely wasted. 

   i am obviously underage so all of this is incredibly illegal, but my parents were gone so i said fuck it, lets have some fun. my mates brought a load of vodka and i proceeded to get completely fucked. i’m talking so fucked up that i pranced around the house wearing nothing but my boxers and a pair of trousers tied around my neck singing sweet home alabama (really badly, might i add). now a lot of you probably have an odd image of me right now, but let me make it worse. my friend, who was completely stoned at the time, had also drawn a bra on my naked chest with a sharpie. needles to say i was very confused when i woke up. 

   at this point i need to fill you in on the shenanigans of some of my other friends over the course of the night as they all affected me in some way. one of my so called ‘friends’, lets call him racistwhiteboy, vaporized some vodka in a pot and sat in a closet and got fucked up. he then went out to a private estate, stole a pickaxe from a construction site, smashed up a port-a-loo and then hid the pickaxe in my room for me to find in the morning. some of my other mates, as mentioned earlier, got very high indeed and then due to their munchies ate every last ounce of food in my house, ranging from six tubs of ice cream to a jar of artichokes in salted water. 

   now lets skip to the morning, when the real fuck up happened. i had to get rid of the evidence before my parents got home. because i’m a fucking idiot i thought the best idea was to try and dump the empty vodka bottles behind a bush opposite my house. as i cross the street and go behind the bush a bloody police car pulls over and asks me what i’m doing. just my fucking luck. luckily someone else had taken the left over weed with them or i could have been in major trouble at this point. they arrest me and escorted me home all the way across the road, then come into my house and read me my rights, and fined me £60. i’m not going to lie, i cried. it was probably the scariest moment in my life so far. when they left i didn’t know what to do so i called my parents and confessed everything, and they cut their holiday short to come home immediately.
[EX A]: home alone, arrested by police, no food in house, pickaxe in bedroom, bra drawn on chest - i had a lot of explaining to do.

[EX Q]: Text: i sent some message pranks to people from the library’s computer and was like “hey bitch your books are overdue, give that shit back” and two friends immediately called it. my friend sent me a screen shot and was like “omg they got hacked”. as i was picking up my phone to tell him it was me and he was like “well im on the phone with it” so i immediately found a librarian and confessed. then the head of digital came out and i explained what i did, how i did it, nature of the texts. then there was a group of library employees waiting outside this room to see who had done it. then i just hear “oh r/valesparza…” they sent their it and security detail and informed due their ‘explicit” language policy i was banned. now i’m banned. possibly forever. good thing im moving to dallas next sunday.
[EX A]: i sent some prank texts using a library computer containing "language" and because of their policy i was banned.

[EX Q]: Text: this requires a bit of a back story. all this covers a time period of about 12 years so bear with me.

so back in high school i moved to a new city between my sophomore and junior year. being the nerdy quiet kid i was(am) it was hard making friends with the other kids that grew up together. so i spent a majority of my free time at school in the library doing homework, reading books, or surfing the web on the school computers. back then halo was my thing, so i frequented the bungie forums and made a few friends through the social groups there.

at some point i met this girl from belgium(lets refer to her as s) on the site. me being the nerdy hormone driven teenager thought it was the greatest thing on the planet and i didn't even consider the possibility that she was in fact not a girl. "what a girl who likes video games and(more importantly) is talking to me!" that kinda thing. lucky me though she was.

we ended up spending months sending messages back and forth to each other. this eventually moved from the forums, to xbox live and then later to msn messenger. i ended up crushing hard on this awesome internet girl, but she of course had a boyfriend and the atlantic ocean is quite the obstacle for a couple of teenagers. however we both always made an effort to keep in touch. even the day where she told me in tears she broke up with her boyfriend, i ended up getting in serious trouble for staying up until 4-5am on the family computer talking with her.

after i graduated, i almost immediately joined the military. when i told her i was going to be out of touch for a few months because of training, we ended up swapping mailing addresses so we could write each other. being the dumb smart kid i was, never in my wildest dreams i imagined she would actually write to me. some of the guys would get 2 or 3 letters a day. i remember one guy in particular got 10 letters one day. about 3 weeks of receiving no mail in basic training only reinforced my original opinion. 

friday of week four though might as well have been christmas. the drill instructor called my name during mail call, cracked jokes about an orange sheep envelope, checked it for contraband, and threw a letter at my head. it was from s and for the first time in basic i was absolutely ecstatic. unfortunately for me free time in basic training is earned not given and god help you if you were caught reading or writing a letter on uncle sam's time. knowing i had that letter lit a fire under my ass and i busted my ass trying to earn that free time, but we ended up going to field training that next week and graduation the week after. i kept my letter and finished my training, but i was never given a chance to read it before i was able to access the internet again and reestablish contact with s.

after training i was stationed in europe. i told s that i wanted to meet her first chance i could and she was ecstatic. unfortunately a month or so after i got to my first base i was shipped off to afghanistan. we were able to keep in touch throughout my deployment through skype. aside from my parents, she was the only person i kept in touch with while i was deployed. when i returned to my home base in europe, the combination of her university and my military schedule it was almost impossible to get out of country to see her. my second tour in afghanistan was much the same as the first. we were able to keep in touch, though summer in afghanistan was always busy, a lot of our skype time was interrupted by rocket attacks and the occasional firefight, but she was a trooper and was always willing to chat with me.

after i left the military, depression and alcoholism turned me upside down and i fell completely out of touch with s. aside from a facebook message every few months or so, i haven't been able to keep in regular touch with her since.

these days i see her on facebook when i jump on it once in a blue moon and there's always a new picture with her and her new boyfriend. i'm happy for her that she has such an amazing life. thanks to my family's support i've been slowly recovering since. its still hard, but i've started going to school and meeting new people through school clubs, online dating, and such. 

here's the fuck up part. today i'm cleaning out my trunks of old military gear and i find one of the small rubbermaid containers that contained our loose items in basic training. i opened it up and it was a treasure trove of memorabilia. coins, foreign money, pictures, patches, medals and  buried under all of it her letter, still unopened. needless to say i finally opened it and read it. it wasn't until i got to the end that i was absolutely crushed. ["lots of love, hugs, kisses and an easter egg. s xxx"](http://imgur.com/vtrhaze) it was so overwhelming i immediately burst into tears. i had an amazing friend whom i never had a chance to meet in person and i was never able to find the time to even write a simple letter back to her. i always liked to think i had no regrets in life, but man did i drop the fucking ball on this one.
[EX A]:
known an amazing girl for years and i royally fucked it up.

