JEFF CONAWAY

Face: BETTER THAN RUDY FROM THE CAPRI LOUNGE
Body: KEEP TALKIN’, WOAH KEEP TALKIN
Arms: AUTOMATIC
Personality: SYSTEMATIC
Distinguishing Features: HYDROMATIC
Attainability: GREASED LIGHTNING! OH…

When he wasn’t lugging boxes at Bargain City, dear Jeff was mainly taking drugs, which eventually lead to his very sad expiration last year at the age of sixty. He will, however, be remembered forever as Kenickie, the Rizzo-shagging bad boy from Grease (seminal). Oh how we used to fantasize about Kenickie. Danny Zuko will always be my number one (Travolta coming soon on WOULD), but Kenickie had a special place in my heart. The diamond in the rough. The fact that he was a high school kid who looked about 35. The way in which he ate that double Polar Burger. The rebellious brown leather jacket. The vitriol we felt towards ugly Craterface when he sneered “gooooood, ‘cos we’re racin’ for pinks”. Ah, Jeff. Definitely NOT a dingleberry on parade . . .

(This is a special post for Greg Thorpe: Kenickie lover xx)

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2 Responses to JEFF CONAWAY

  1. Caitlin says:

    Not to sound too gushy, smushy and well…just plain weird, but holy fucking hell did you just get into my brain and tear out my thoughts? Sweet blawg. x

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