#146516481 / gettyimages.com I saw something primo nasty this morning and I wanted to share it with two of my former colleagues on Facebook. I couldn't find them. It didn't take long before I realized that they were no longer fellow travelers on the Facebook trail. I had officially been unfriended. What was weird was that it took me three months before I even noticed, ninety days since our last meeting in a downtown bar where we traded gossip about our old bosses, made fun of singletons wearing silly costumes and nearly drank Ottawa dry. It was fun for all of us, especially when a couple of their lounge lizard buddies ambled by to hit on them, as these lizards probably had done every week for the past year. One of the guys was particularly repulsive -- one of those guys who is too old to hit on chicks, and was still using the moves he developed in 1985. I've met many of his kind over my years as a bar fly, and my bar-dar tried to warn the chickens ...
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