Is It Serious? I'm Afraid It Is

I realized how much I <3 Grease 2. And let's discuss how people think it's a horrible sequel. I beg to differ. I know that as a child I enjoyed it infinitely more than the original. Okay, for honesty's sake, in my tiny little heart I was in love with Maxwell Caulfield and thought he was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. Prettier than Michelle Pfeiffer. And that's an accomplishment, cuz that bitch is hot. Still smokin. How old is she even? Too old to be that pretty. A little off-track here. So anyway, flash back to me as an itty bitty gay boy not realizing how much I wanted a C, O-O-L, R-I-D-E-R. I wanted to kick Stephanie Zinone off that motorcycle and straddle him myself! Okay, maybe my sexual imagination hadn't advanced that far yet. But in retrospect, if I had been more self-aware/mature/fucked-up, maybe those thoughts would have been running through my mind. And who could forget "I'll be your giiiirl for all seasons, all the year throuuugh" or "Re-pro-duction, Reproduuuuction" or "We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll, we're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl, we're gonna score score scooooore tonight!" CLASSIC.