fourteen.

[opiumsunset]

Ringo--your present is with me. That means in order to find your present, you've got to find me.

Hint: the astronauts requested that the song be played as they hurtled back to earth in December '65.

Of course, this goes to the rest of you who feel as though I owe presents.

Comments

[x8xdaysaweek]

That's cruel Gram, but I accept your challenge. >8D

And, if I'm right...that hint should mean you're hiding out in our room, yes? >________>

[opiumsunset]

Well you may be right, but you won't know until you find me, right?

[x8xdaysaweek]

Ah, you're making me get up.
Alright, alright, I'm coming. xD

ooc; I've got relatives abound over here so hopefully I'll on later. ;;

[taxmanharri]

I'll just stalk Ringo while he stalks you down...and I'll come bearing my gift to you.

[opiumsunset]

Georgie, I don't know what it is, but you have a real knack for sexualizing any situation. I like it. It makes me laugh.

You both know where to find me.

[taxmanharri]

Er...I...don't...know how that could have been taken sexually. Perhaps I'm just being oblivious. Yay, lack of sleep!

My bathtub still? -shot-

[opiumsunset]

come bearing my gift to you--I rest my case.

x: Check agaiiiin.

[hislippymajesty]

I got you something special for a Boxing Day gift, Gram.

Honest, I did.

[mcguinn747]

Gram! I hope you received the model airplane I built for you, hand painted and named : Parsons67

It's bute.

Modeled after the same fighter jets your father flew!

[opiumsunset]

Well, gee Roger, I don't know what to say except maybe:

.......................................................................................................................MY DAD IS DEAD.

And I FUCKING HATE FLYING.

And Merry Christmas.