The Way I Heard It...

The way I heard it from my unnamed sources is that Ryan Conklin is like a freshly laundered, soft cashmere/cotton blend sheet that is toasty warm from the dryer, which you want to wrap yourself in and feel that everything in the world is wonderful while its beneficent nature envelops you with a sense of overwhelming love. I am unable to find someone to go on the record to confirm this. I have also been told that Ryan has a scent that can best be described as a mixture of bridled passion, a dewy meadow at first morning's light, and a plate of warm, buttery cinnamon rolls drizzled with vanilla icing. Anyone with first hand experience, please confirm, you know, for the historical record.

There was a scene in episode two of The Real World Brooklyn where Ryan laid back in Sarah Rice's lap, in his underwear. So Sarah may be able to verify the above. I may ask her.