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.
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Question: Text: basically what it says in the title. i think i’m a relatively fit girl and i love sports - especially soccer (ten year anniversary this year...)

i finally made the decision to move clubs this year, switching from my country home club to the one at the university i’m studying at. there were four womens teams available, from first division down to sevens (outside futsal). i was aiming for second division or third division as that’s the level where i’m comfortable. 

all was well - the few training sessions after christmas break are always a bit tough, but i stick it out. tryouts came up quickly and it was during the second tryout that the fuck up happened.

we were doing a sprinting exercise first up. since i had come a bit late after class, i hadn’t stretched out - two minutes later in the sprints, i felt a sharp, splitting pain in my left thigh. it was almost like someone had grabbed a super dull razor blade and slit both sides of my leg from knee to hip. i stumbled and took a knee, but as all four coaches were watching, i (stupidly) tried to press on through the training.

well, i made it through the training looking like an absolute tosspot with a leg doing it’s best impression of a lightning struck tree trunk trying to stay upright. after training and i’m back in my room, i couldn’t walk - i did all the usual stuff like ice and elevation, and figured that i’d be back to normal within a few days.

nope. it only got worse, and i only got more ignorant about the whole thing. i went to training, did exercise, walked everywhere. a week later, it hadn’t gotten better, and i was dropped into the sevens team for lack of performance. 

i finally went to the physio at the insistence of my best mate after the swelling hadn’t gone down. after being called an idiot by the physio (i deserved that) a painful investigation confirmed that i had badly strained three muscles in my left quad. the physio believed that i had only done two muscles initially but my refusal to get it checked out quick enough caused the third to tear due to the additional strain.

i was given six to eight weeks off any physical exercise and weekly physio appointments (which added up to $700 - a lot for a poor uni kid). i had to be dropped from the soccer team altogether. 

five weeks into that six weeks, i fell over on slippery grass kicking a ball and ended up with another five weeks off.

this was at the start of the year. i still have muscle weakness in my leg and had to have my hips realigned because of the strain (fucking killed). though i’m back in sport it’s going to take a long time to get back to where i was, fitness and skill wise.

Answer: TIFU by ignoring an injury and missing a year of sports


Question: Text: so, this happened freshman year of high school. (i'm 25 now) i am staying at my friend dan's house for the night with a few other people. dan has some of his extended family over for the holidays so we're sleeping in his dad's motor home. 
   the night goes like any other high school night. talking about pornos, who's thongs pop out in science class, and who was the closest to "sealing the deal." (none of us) 
   once the topics have run their course dan falls asleep. so we decide it will be a good idea to steal his phone and prank call some girls from school. by this time it's close to 3am so we end up getting voicemails. after a couple semi-vulgar messages, the phone gets to me. i scroll through the phone looking at my options. i reach a contact named jena. not knowing the name i ask. my friend replies saying it was a girl from church. (perfect. i don't go to church) during his response he looks at my other friend with this weird half smirk thing. being a dumb ass, i make the call... i get her voicemail. something comes over me that i've never felt before, like satan took over my high school mind and spoke for me. 

"i have a huge boner that i want to thrust up your ass and spread my sperm all over your face."

i'm not a particularly vulgar person so this sent shock through the motor home. everyone was dying from laughter. i think i just made the joke of the year. so im feeling pretty good. but something was different. it wasn't the "you said something funny" laughter. it was the "you've gone and fucked yourself" laughter. 
   i keep asking them what was so incredibly funny. to which they respond "that was dan's cousin who is staying in the house with her whole family." to which i respond "fuck" 
   i'm flippin shit. the caller id on her phone is going to say "dan." im fucked. my face is white and i'm about to puke. i'm desperately trying to figure out how to fix this. so i call back to leave an apology voicemail. this time she answers. she tells me to stop calling. that's it, i'm dead. her dad is going to murder me in the morning. 
   needless to say, i didn't sleep.
next morning: (i dont have a ride home and im not about to call my mom for one. i'm stuck) the longest 10 foot walk i've ever done. we reach the front door, i take a deep breath and walk in to find his entire family sitting around the dining room table. (i'm about to pass out) they all turn their heads and look at the 4 of us. they know, we know. the fucking world knows.
   jenas dad sits us down in front of the family. fuck. first thing he asked was who made the call. all 3 of my friends silently, instantly, and without eye contact point right at me. fuck. fuck. fuck. 
   at this point i'm so nervous that i'm pretty much blacking out. all i can remember is him saying "boys will be boys, but that is taking it too fucking far.

Answer: TIFU by making a prank call


Question: Text: obligatory "this didn't happen today" disclaimer.
so i broke my arm. pretty badly, i should note. so bad that i needed surgery and i now have a titanium plate and 6 screws in said arm. i was prescribed vicodin because that shit hurt. i was to take one every six hours when i needed it. the vicodin made me a bit dizzy and loopy, nothing too bad. but then, i fucked up.
my friends and i- let's call them dave and steve- decide that we want to see jurassic world. i was running late, and i accidentally took two vicodin. we decided to carpool, and steve starts to notice that my head is wobbling a bit, like my neck can't hold it up. we start to walk through the parking lot and he notices that i'm swaying a bit. that's when it hit me: i took two vicodin. i realize this, tell steve, who starts to laugh hysterically at the fact that i'm tripping balls. he tells dave and dave starts laughing too. i'm loopy, so i start giggling too, and we get into the theater after getting our drinks and shit and we realize that we didn't get popcorn. i volunteer to get the popcorn, and on my way to the end of the aisle, in my druggy state, i trip over a woman and her child and land on my fucking titanium arm. i try to pretend it doesn't hurt, but it does. it fucking does. i bring back the popcorn to my two friends who are trying not to lose their minds laughing in the theater. so i spend the rest of the movie stoned off my ass and hurting like hell.

Answer:
TIFU by being high on Vicodin in a movie theater


