Ruin My IPO? I'll Pull Your Funding
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Ten minutes before the IPO, my lower body started burning with intense pain. The pain was so bad that my knees buckled and I fell from the stairs on the third floor. I hit my forehead, which started bleeding, and fresh blood dripped into my eyes.
As I convulsed on the ground, my hands covered my crotch as my skin felt like it was being fried in boiling oil.
My fiancée, Yvette James, came over in her high heels and kicked me in the thigh. "What's with all the pretense? It's just half a bottle of ointment poured down your pants."
