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The ability to learn. What a concept. Let us know when the yep I’m fucked sets in.
Nothing has been overlooked. The plan to walk away leaving you with the bag is being perfectly executed.
IPIXQ coming to a theater near u!
Yup. And his retirement account was your brokerage account.
If this was an effort to prop the turd up, try again because u failed miserably.
ps. The atterberg limits of IPIX exist near its liquid limit. Good luck!
Yup. Bagholders are fucked. Emphasis on Bag.
Nothing we didn’t see coming. This company is a disaster.
Gone tomorrow!
Million dollar judgements against the company. Directors fleeing. Out of cash. Bad debt. IPIXQ is dead!
Jane who? Money is gone…..
A lube management webinar in hopes of smoother operations?
Yes. That problem stems from them being technically insolvent.
IPIX became technically insolvent when its liabilities exceeded its assets, indicating an inability to meet its financial obligations. Spin it however u want.
Shoteh for sure.
That’s because the turtle is dead.
Back to the trips.
Time for you to wake up. All the money is gone.
Who wants to buy bad debt? Just a bunch of bag holders staring at each other…..
Leo, that u?
IPIX is dead. No revenues. Out of cash. In debt. Worthless drugs.
Useless?
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Let’s throw shit against the wall and see what sticks. Pathetic like the rest of the pumpers supporting this company’s shenanigans.
A quick internet search shows…. The judgement rate in Massachusetts is 18% when the court finds the defense was frivolous.
Foolishly crazy.
IPIXQ coming soon.
.0001/share and you may be stuck with your worthless shares forever.
Write ‘em off while u still can.
Winner winner chicken dinner.
Any pumpers committing to pumping through bankruptcy? It’s coming!
Nickles LMAO. It’s Nickels knucklehead and those days are long gone.
Snowballs chance in hell that’s gonna happen.
New bagholders, welcome to our misery!
Yup. Last one out, please turn out the lights….. Wait, there’s more! There’s no lights to turn out! Haha.
IPIX is officially bankrupt.
Lmao. Scoop up those cheapies.
Funny that trips to a penny has become the norm. The standard to boast upon. Lower lows ahead. IPIX is dead.
Haha. No one’s buying it!
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A man with a beer belly, his spirit adored.
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A broke Frenchman's story, a twist of cruel weight.
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Beneath the moon, a broke and daft owl's plight, sneery gaze, in ignorance takes flight.
Empty pockets, wisdom's feeble light, yet in folly's embrace, it finds its own night.