TASK DEFINITION: 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.
PROBLEM: Text: like so many others this fuck up happened a few years ago.

we went to the doctors because my boyfriend was having digestive issues. he was told to eliminate wheat as they suspected it to be celiac disease. we go home and get together all the wheat products including bread, flour, and bisquick and drop our half eaten box of potential poison at my mom's house. we stop eating wheat and start trying many of the disgusting dirt flavoured gluten free products on the market (they are much better now). a month or so into our experiment i find out there is gluten free bisquick, i scour every store until i find some. flash forward a few weeks later and we are making a turkey dinner for two, it's the perfect time to test out the gf bisquick. i open the new box, make some biscuits and we are blown away at how much they taste like the real deal. sit down to dinner and more biscuits and watch a movie. as soon as the movie is over my boyfriend gets a weird look in his eyes, runs to the washroom and vomits like he never has before. he said he got tunnel vision, his palms got sweaty and that it felt like he was going into shock afterwards. we couldn't figure it out what happened, i suggested maybe they fucked up at the bisquick factory and mixed some wheat in. 

the next day he stays home from work because he's still feeling shitty, i go to catch my bus only to have it cancelled because of snow. i come back to the house, walk into the bathroom, where he is showering, to let him know i was back and end up scaring the shit out of him while he was shaving. now he is cut up and feels like shit.

later that day i checked the bisquick box just to see if it wasn't gluten free like it said and came to realize in our haste to clean out the cupboards we had left an unopened regular bisquick box in the pantry. i grabbed that one instead of the gf bisquick to cook with. so within a 24 hour period i poisoned my boyfriend and then almost made him slit his throat.

upside is, it was a double blind test that pretty much confirmed wheat was the issue, which a blood test later proved as well.

SOLUTION: bf was diagnosed celiac, made biscuits with gluten free bisquick, bf got sick, then i scared him while shaving. find out i didn't use gf bisquick, so i poisoned him and almost made him slit his throat in less that 24 hours.

PROBLEM: Text: this happened last night. first some background. it was my 21st birthday celebration and i was pre gaming on my roof with a bunch of friends took a couple of shots of tequila and i was feeling good. i brought a half filled plastic bottle of vodka with me and shared it in the taxi on the way there with the people that i was with. huge mistake.

 so we are in the club and at the our table where i feel pretty good and then it all blurs, a waitress brings over a bottle menu. all of a sudden i get a bill reading $766.00 dollars and yell "who the fuck charged this to my credit card". then i am sitting down in the club hands covered in vomit, as i look to my friends they pick me up and start carrying me out of the club. now i am outside its pouring rain and i seem to have find my self laying in the middle of the street as they are trying to hail a cab. then all of a sudden i have a plastic bag being held for me by two of my friends for me to vomit into while i am in the cab as the cab driver is yelling "don't puke on my cab". then i am in my bed with my head in the trashcan. 

i woke up this morning wasted, and its been almost 18 hours since i stopped drinking and i am still hungover, at a $766.00 loss and i didn't even get to drink what i paid for.

SOLUTION: blacked out, spent 766 dollars on a bottle at a club in which i didn't even get to drink, and threw up a lot.

PROBLEM: Text: this happened monday this week. i work at a pub/resturant as a kitchen porter and assistant chef, and i had a double shift, 12-3 and 6-9. my house is a fair cycle away so by the time i finish i usually just stay and wait till my next shift.

so, halfway through my break i get bored and go outside the pub and have a cigarette. i start talking to a couple of the patrons (both about 40 or so) about random stuff like work, places everyone has been etc. and i'm getting into the conversation, not realizing i'm lighting one cigarette so soon after the other, to the point i smoke my self allotted 3 a day in the space of an hour.

this is where my fuck it starts.

i open my pack and realize i'm fresh out. i just say "fuck i've run out" and they turn to me and ask if i want one of their's. i shrug and say sure, thanking them all the way.

they pull one out of their packet (pre-rolled by them but not pre-rolled like you get in the packs) and hand it to me. i light it.

it's not tobacco.

after my first hit they tell me it's been "matured" (idk if that's a thing) for 12 years. i've never done weed before and i'm a bit nervous given i'm right outside my place of work and i have another shift in 2 hours. i hand it back and just say that "it's not my kinda thing but cheers anyhow."

10-15 minutes after talking about drugs i go inside after wrapping up the conversation. i sit down and promptly find my head beginning to spin. so i walked to the toilets with great care not to make sudden movements and promptly threw up in the toilets, before hobbling back to the empty restaurant, ashamed, to talk to my manager.

he call's me an idiot for getting in that altercation (in a joking manner), sits me down and gets me a couple sandwiches to try and balance me out. ended up still feeling dizzy by evening but finished shift anyhow.

SOLUTION:

Show your work and conclude with the exact phrasing "Therefore, the final answer is [answer]." where [answer] is just the final number or expression that solves the problem.
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smoked with strangers outside my work building, accidentally injected a whole marijuana, whitey'd out at work and now i'm the laughing stock of the staff (even more than usual).

