tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171709932011-11-23T15:21:52.634-08:00Hello, I’m Frug, a member of the guild "The Committed"....well ok, maybe not a member, cuz I’m just a bear. But my idiot hunter/owner is, and since it’s not like I can leave him and start "The Committed Cubs" or somethin..here I am. I got things to say and this is where I’m gonna say it. Check back from time to time so I can tell you the brilliant things my idiot and the people around him put me through.Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-69271017145342095952008-10-01T10:54:00.000-07:002008-10-01T10:59:38.794-07:00

When I was a cub, I walked to and from Ashenvale every day with a couple of other cubs from the neighborhood, Wes & Lilteddie. Our shortcut took us down a particular side valley, and in that valley, behind a fence, was a cat named "Nyeh."What kind of cat was Nyeh? The loud kind. I don't know from breeds; maybe it was the product of an unholy ugly-bumping between Halazzi and an air horn. Maybe a

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-53750500686280706242007-07-25T10:01:00.000-07:002007-07-25T10:02:18.037-07:00

I’m pretty popular in the pet circles; it’s understandable. I get questions everyday from pets seeking advice, even a few from their owners. Which would be fine, except thata) most of you are stupid, andb) when I’m running down the road do you really really think I’m going to stop to answer the question as to why thistle boars smell the way they do?So keeping in line with this whole tech thing,

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-10807060620045084172007-07-22T08:28:00.000-07:002007-07-22T08:30:14.252-07:00

Those dead gnomes in Ironforge laid out to make words......That was me.Remember that.

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-28998415565081159312006-12-18T08:12:00.000-08:002006-12-18T09:38:24.421-08:00

Yeah, I know I haven't posted anything in a while. Big Deal. I've been busy. I made the mistake of offering to take some of the load off of Father Winter, so the punk starts handing out my email address for wish lists. I can't believe some these:-Dear Santa-Frug,I wud like a kool new dager fer my rouge four Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy allyeer.yer Frend, RoosrDear Roosr,Nice spelling. You're on your

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Whoo, took a trip into Dun Morough with Idiot the other day. Same old story: he flies out on some butt-ugly moose-bird thing, lands flying some bird-lion creation (I really would’ve hated to see the mating to get these two)…..and of course, I run. And swim. And run. Man, I hate him.Anyway, we’re there. Idiot is thirsty, cause after all butt-ugly flights will do that to you so he goes into the

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1155390905600824152006-08-12T06:54:00.000-07:002006-08-12T06:55:05.616-07:00

Oh man, what a week. I’m still trying to put it all together but it has been just crazy. Me and Idiot were in Tanaris and I happened to come across this purple lotus bush. Now, I’ve never had purple lotus before but I had heard that it can be some pretty strong stuff if you eat it. Idiot wasn’t looking and I grabbed some for later. My boy Wes was having a party at his stable one night – his chick

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I think while Idiot goes play with his orphan punk, I'm going to go on a quest of my own.I'm going to search Stormwind Keep and find those guys that are always singing/chanting every time I walk in there. It was okay for the first time I walked in there, but for the love of Aggramar, enough's enough.Gimme some Foghat, man.

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I think I’m about ready to leave Stormwind. This morning I wake up only to find this little punk sitting right next to me…face all a mess with ice cream, dripping the crap all over my fur – all I could do is wonder “now what did Idiot do, now?” He’s got to take take this kid all over the world it seems and he’s determined to do it…and bring me along. Nope. Not me. See, this is why he keeps Frig

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1147214619506229062006-05-09T14:58:00.000-07:002006-05-09T16:05:03.706-07:00

I was running around Stormwind with Idiot and kept getting all these weird looks from whomever we passed. I wanted to just swipe at all of them but they weren't trying to start anything....nah, in fact they acted like me & Idiot were special. This much about me, I knew...but him? Great. Just what I need...now he's going to get a big head. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if it made those damn ears

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This is a good one:Whine, whine, whine. Man, you don't know how good you have it. You complain that you have to eat clam meat? The demons I keep as slaves would LOVE to get their evil little mitts on some clam meat. Sometimes I'll go to a restaurant and order like a 24-ounce steak, and of course since I'm a petite little gnome I can't eat the whole thing, so I'll just have a few bites and then

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1138551263369964022006-01-29T08:08:00.000-08:002006-01-29T08:15:22.483-08:00

So I woke one morning and found myself, paws still a little sore, in a stable. A Stable? What in Azeroth would I be doing in a stable? No Idiot around, no Wannabe around...I didn't see anyone from Rabid Wolves or The Committed around..Great, another wonderful mystery for me to figure out. Or so I thought. About an hour later, I see Idiot running in - I actually was happy to see him. Confused

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OK, so you know that portal taking you from Darnassus to R'Utheran Village? Two steps to the right of the entrance....sticker patch.My paws are covered. Does Idiot care? Awww no...he just hops around, trying to do a flip cuz he's excited about flying on one of those bear-butt ugly things to Darkshore.Me? I guess I get to swim there...yay. At least it'll be a little soothing on the paws.

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Please pay close attention to this Public Service Announcement brought to by Frug:For those of you who run around Azeroth screaming "Leeeeeroy Jenkins", you're not cool. In fact, those who are cool make fun of you. Think about this.I'm a bear, and I'd rather spend my time on my Frug-top doing this than killing the deer in Ashenvale. By most bear-standards, I'm a geek-bear. But I'm cooler than you.

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1136509008409806802006-01-05T16:44:00.000-08:002006-01-05T16:56:48.436-08:00

So where have I been? Hibernation. Every bear's gotta do it, and I ain't any different. Course, I wake up and EVERYTHING is changed! Idiot's not a "Rabid Wolf" anymore and just a couple of days ago I hear him walking around saying that he's one of "The Committed". OK...so let's get out the Frug-top and a cup of coffee (in a Frug-off mug available by clicking on the link to the right) and let's

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So I was diggin’ in Idiot’s closet, hoping to find some of that food Wannabe sent to him a while back, but I came across something better. Much better.Seems my good ole boy was trying to make a move on this lady. She was a seamstress or something. I remember they would talk in chats and mail, but it was some time before they met. One night, Idiot said he was going to meet her…came back really

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1129553057664589662005-10-17T05:41:00.000-07:002005-10-17T05:44:57.893-07:00

Frug note: I found me a little den mother over the weekend, so I'll be taking some time away from the Frug-top, this here's a guest post from Panzer - who seems to have some bigger problems than me at the moment.You will not believe what happened to me the other day. Lyoness said it was time for me to go to the vet. Being a wild animal, I thought.."what the hell is a VET." I had several thoughts

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Idiot's not so bad. There's some good things about him, but I just can't get over how dumb he and his 'kind' can be. Always looking to do stuff for other people, it's as if they're all on a special mission or quest to be the HANDMAID of the true losers of the world. For the love of moonkin meat, can't you just tell the sap to go get his own book just down the road? "Go get this book I left near

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I was in Stormwind, just outside the bank by the fountain (I had to go and that's my favorite spot around there) when I saw this little gnome having a hell of a time trying to walk around with this armor much too big for him. Man, I was enjoying see ing this sight..and I wasn't alone; some elves were messing with him. "Does your mom know you're wearing your dad's chestplate?" This little dude got

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You guys are giving me better material than I could ever come up with....What up Frug,I feel like the coolest bear around. My pet Dwarf got together with the rest of the guild to take another picture outside of Stormwind, and who should be right up front dead center? Me, baby! Who needs your name on the roll sheet when you get props like that? The way I figure it, you just have to keep your “

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1128916862360975782005-10-09T20:56:00.000-07:002005-10-09T21:01:02.376-07:00

Dear Frug,The advice you gave me about taking a dump in my owners shoes was not a very good idea. I found out very fast that my idiot owner actualy does have some beast mastery after all.I have to admit it was funny watching the expression as my idiot put her shoe on in the morning, but all of a sudden I found myself being dragged by the scruff of my neck and getting my nose shoved into the shoe

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1128777194916147872005-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:002005-10-08T06:13:14.920-07:00

Idiot saw my 'observations' about Tabledancer. Apparently, her guild is known as "Udderly Dead" not "Dead Udders".Oh. OK. That changes everything.Idiot says he runs around with them sometimes. I need to figure that one out.Frug

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1128472780916611692005-10-04T17:34:00.000-07:002005-10-04T17:39:40.930-07:00

OK, so you remember that post about me not wanting to see a naked Tauren covered in whip cream? Frug, OK buddy I resent that statement. First I am a tauren and second my line of work includes me to cover myself in whipcream from time to time. Sticks and Stome won't break my bones, but Tauren Horns will Hurt you.- TabledancerWonderful, so now I've got some horny dairy cow trying to call me out.

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1128301640415233272005-10-02T18:00:00.000-07:002005-10-02T18:07:20.420-07:00

Panzer said... Welcome back Frug... I have been needing to speak with you about my Idiot owner. Some nightelf that has turquoise hair. She likes runing in circles getting lost in dungeons and need I say more also likes to take scuicide missions off the side of the high cliffs of Telsadril! I think I will join your movement of Animal Rights. Panzer,You gotta understand, it's not really animal

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1128032571339910092005-09-29T15:21:00.000-07:002005-09-29T15:22:51.343-07:00

I’m pretty popular in the pet circles; it’s understandable. I get questions everyday from pets seeking advice, even a few from their owners. Which would be fine, except thata) most of you are stupid, andb) when I’m running down the road do you really really think I’m going to stop to answer the question as to why thistle boars smell the way they do?So keeping in line with this whole tech thing,

Frughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12602158332628187336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17170993.post-1127853384928724362005-09-27T13:35:00.000-07:002005-09-27T13:36:24.936-07:00

Stormwind CityEver have one of those weeks? Well, I don’t care – I’ve got problems of my own.I saw on the guild forum a few of you ‘braver’ souls tried to call me out. Yeah, real tough hiding behind a firewall and all – your parents must be so proud. Pink slips, spankins…it’s easy to see why we’re feared across the land.It’s not like I didn’t have anything to say, I just couldn’t get it out. The

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8-05-2005, Westfall“Frug,It seems as though you may be upsetting some of the other pets in the guild. Some of the guild members are claiming to get ‘the eye’ from their pets, as if in a sign of distrust. With that in mind, I’ve been instructed to insist you cease from enticing the pets in RWOA. Failure to comply may lead to disciplinary action. Thanks for your attention to this matter. “I got

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7-14-2005 , Ashenvale Well, that first column went over like a fart in Teldrassil with my idiot. Since I said I didn’t want the clam meat, now I’m stuck with bread. Bread. What kind of fool expects a bear to do his best by eating bread. So I left him know I don’t like it….and he threatens me with nothing but some fungus food. I’m gonna SO waste him when he’s in his ‘state of rest’.And about

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7-12-2005 , AshenvaleHello, I’m Frug… I’m a member of RWOA….well ok, I’m not on the ‘official’ roster since I’m just a bear. My idiot hunter/owner is, though. And since it’s not like I can leave him and start “Rabid Thistle Bears of Auberdine” or something, here I am. Note to whomever is in charge: I should be recognized in the guild. I’ve kicked more butt than my owner as he stays far far away

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