line this pan with crisco

well, it happened again. i was found out, discovered, pointed out... dancing. by the token black hispanic from wisconsin. you know you spend too much time at work when your coworkers are still on your mind. the requisite condescending authority figure (who shall remain nameless) was encouraged by a superior to "update" his choice of satellite feed station.
motown, beach music? no, no, no.
'80s.
i've heard bobby brown's ghostbusters song every single day. too hot to handle, too cold to hold. they're called the ghostbustas and they in control.
so the black hispanic found me, new edition style'n it in the juniors department. he's got fake bling. i'm through.