Bugaboo on Oscar Night!!

I know it's been a while, but one of my creatures ventured out and got into trouble...again.



Here is the unfortunate story...
Off to the Harte!! Drive on, my brother!





Hi! I'm a Bugaboo, just chillin', waiting for the Oscars to start...



OMG, five minutes in, and I'm bored with James Franco already. Where's Billy Crystal when you need him????
At least Anne Hathaway looks pretty.



I need a beer.



Looks like all my friends are here!




Hold me closer, Tiny Daaaannncer....



Go ahead, ask Jose to translate, "Frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn," or "The first rule of Fight Club: we don't talk about Fight Club" into Spanish. It's really funny, though I don't know why.



It's not easy for a Bugaboo being popular.



Hey, do I check out your ass??? What up? I just came here for Gol's party.
You looked for my ass, you're buying me a beer. It's only fair.



Beer!



More beer!



Beeeeeeeer!



More beeeeeeeeer!




Woooooooooooo!!!!!!!



Look! Colin Firth!!!!!



Ahhhhhhhhhhh.



Bugaboo is as happy as James Frano - oops, Franco. I's only hads a couple...





Hey, baby...



Did I mention that I'm an extra-large sock, honey?





Wait!!!! What the---



I'm just a lonely sock, baby...c'mon...



Oh, wait, too much...Ewwwww.



I'm...fine...just undo my arms, give me back to Brookie...



Some Bugaboos just never get a break. I'm rooting for effing Manchester from now on.