Dogs are more funny in person!
Yay dogs!!! (they won majority in the poll)

We all wanna be Big Rock Stars?

Hey guys, it's Yuggle!  I was just listening to a song Rock Star by Nickleback. It has a kind of humor to it about being a Rock Star. I don't have anything much against it (except for some comments... ahem, if you know what I mean). But the Radio kind of beeped out the word "drug". Anather part in the song was "Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser." Really!? I can't believe that they would do that! I am just so appalled. Anywho, without the word drug;some parts didn't even make any sense. I know that it is probably for child protection, but they also mention a "playboy bunny." I don't know if that is really right (actually I do know that it is not right). The radio station should just take off that song entirely!


What do you think?


Here are the lyrics if I bleeped out every thing that the radio station did:




I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the ----- come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up --------
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my --- with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the ----- come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a  ----- dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the  -----  come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a  ---- dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star


Without (most of the sensory... gotta keep it clean!)

I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up ---holes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my --- with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drug come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a  drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star

Icky Asparagus

What is green, nutritious, icky, and something that Yuggle despises? You don't know?! Well then... It is asparagus! The vegetable that is blamed for making the ugliest Veggie Tales character ever! The vegetable that makes family dinners into food fights! The vegetable that made me run out of ideas to say about it!

Even though it is good for you, is it really worth it? Asparagus has been disliked by many people throughout the generations. There will always be a food that people will not like and this is mine. Do you think it is right for your parents to force you to eat one entire piece of asparagus, even if you know you will never eat it again, and you know that you have already tried it so you know that you don't like it and so that's that.

But I don't really have a problem about having the asparagus talk with my parents, it's just that they brought asparagus home three other times, that just drives me crazy!

Is it just me or do your parents buy a food that they know that you hate, but they still try to get you to eat it several times?

Another thing is that I love vegetables. When I was little I would pry open the refrigerator and then I would get out the bag of mini carrots, close the door, and hobble off to the couch, where I can watch my shows and eat the baby carrots like they were potato chips, as if I was a couch potato myself.

My brother on the other hand, is the complete opposite. If my mom saw him eating carrots like I did she would be overjoyed. But then again if I ate fruits just as much as Hayden did, I would be forevermore praised.


I'm a picky eater so don't get me wrong. I don't eat a lot, but I have heard of worse. I'm still very healthy (what, with swim-team and all, I have to eat healthy)!


Thats all for now folks!

Please comment!!!

My Dog Hawk

              My whole life I have wanted a dog. If someone was walking their dog outside of my house, I would yell “hey you! I love your dog!” and the person would look around trying to find that high pitched voice that just came out of nowhere. Whenever I would go to a friend’s or my parents friends house, the first sentence I would say to my host would have the words “hi, pet, dog, can I, play, and so cute!” And I would play with the cute little creature until it was time to leave. Don’t even get me started about stuffed animals. You could call me spoiled, obsessed, etc. but really I just love animals! I have about 97 of them and about 35% of them are dogs! That’s about 34 plush dogs! When my brother saw his new baby sis there was a special moment, and he handed me a soft, plush, pink, squeaky pup. I still have it and that is very special to me. I love it! So that’s a little about me and my history about dogs. But the biggest thing that had ever happened to me was when I got my dog Hawk.

            My feet hit the sidewalk with soft, but lethargic thud. “So, are we going to make some more awesome videos? Remember when I hit my funny bone and you had no idea why I was laughing so hysterically? That was soo much fun!” Sara exclaimed. Sara is one of my best childhood friends. We love to make goofy stupid little videos that don’t even get posted on YouTube; we just like to have fun. In 3^rd grade, every Thursday, Sara and I would walk to my house until it was time to go to chorus.

            As we approach the door there is a note saying to use the garage. I enter the code; let Sara go in front of me so she can go in first. Well, she is the guest after all. And there was a weird expression, like she was shocked, almost horrified. But then she turns to me… and she was smiling! What was going on? I rush through the door and find my parents and my brother, Hayden beaming at me. I peek behind them and see, a, a, a dog!?!!!

            “Whose dog is this?” I ask, knowing anyone in their right mind would know that there was no way my family would be getting a dog added to the chain. “We’re not babysitting if that’s what you’re saying” interprets my mom. “Let’s just say it’s an experiment.” I quickly got up and hugged my mom and dad at once. “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!” I say, trying to put my spontaneous feelings into thanks.

            The dog was white with black spots; just like Sara’s. He had an outrageously large nose. And like a skunk, he had a white stripe on his head. But that part was normal. He had an absurd hairdo. There was a horizontal halo perched gently on his head… he had a Mohawk. Mom told me that his name was Hawk (I wondered why until I found out it was because of his hairdo), and that she might adopt him.

            Sara was as shocked as I was; maybe even a little more than I was, even though I was practically crying. Ding dong! Sara’s mom stood outside in the warm summer heat while we were almost freezing, but we didn’t notice, Hawk was there. As the door opened we heard Sara’s mom exclaim, “So that’s the dog! OMG is he CUTE!” As Sara left I promised her that I would tell her everything that happens after she leaves.

            Hawk never really did anything for 3 days straight. He ate his food and occasionally got up from  his slumber and get some water, but that was it. If we were going to pet him, he would just look up and go back to hibernation. It was the sadest thing.           

            After a few days of this, we had a family meeting. Mom said that he might be still drowsy from the medicine when he had surgery that the adoption center had him have (they didn’t want more puppies!), but it should have worn off by now. I suggested from watching animal planet that his past owner could have removed his vocal cords because he would be too noisy.  Then one day, when coming home from a movie, we heard a loud, almost a threatening sound, there was a bark. “Barking!!!” Hayden and Mom said together. We ran inside to be greeted by an enthusiastic poodle. He was so happy Mom was worried that the happiness was him telling us that he had to go to the bathroom really badly.

            We had another family meeting that night. We don’t know why Hawk is so droopy. And as we were talking about it, the star of the show came by and just laid-down under the table. Immediately Hayden and I got up and started petting and fawning over Hawk. But then Mom scolded me and so I had to come back up and sit at the kitchen table. “Maybe he’s depressed? He hasn’t seen his owners in a while…” said Mom. “But were his owners now” I protested, hurt that he doesn’t like us, or at least not yet.

            Day after day Hawk would just lay there, barely even moving. I couldn’t take it anymore. The thing that I have wanted my whole life is finally here, and it barely notices me! Running, I go upstairs, almost tripping over myself. I grab some extra long socks that I have a million of, and tie them together. Then I fall back down the stairs, and throw the sock toy at Hawk. His eyes open. ‘Okay, good, I got his attention.’  So now I am whipping it around, trying to make it look fun.

            Hawk slowly got up and eyed the alien toy suspiciously. Then he hobbled over to the location where I was, which was very close to him. I could see the look in his eyes, the yearning to play, the sudden impulse to grab that toy out of my hands and shred it to bits. Phwomp! The impact of his 65 pound body hit my arms head on. No really, his gleaming fangs bruised my bony hands making me go into shock. My depressed dog actually played a game with me. Hawk was now prancing around the living room, showing off his victory. I gaze at the happy sight until reality came back. There was a pang in my hand. It wasn’t sharp like a cramp, but more like a bruise. Oww!? That really hurt. I put an ice cube on the irritated skin and secured it with a towel. I started throwing the socks around again, but Hawk seemed tired again. I sleepily walk up the stairs and after I do my nightly routine I go to sleep.

            As my eyes open the light from my windows blind me. Ahh! It burns! I throw the heavy lairs of comforters and bed sheets off of me; it felt like I was being squished! Then I speed through my daily agenda for mornings so I can see if Hawk will play some more before I leave for school.

            As school begins I can’t help but think about Hawk. I tell Sara about Hawk at lunch. As the day ends, I start to forget about Hawk. Beeep! The last bell of the day rang; which means that I can go play with Hawk! Adrenaline pulses through me like lightening. I must play with my puppy! My clumsy footsteps fall hard and fast against the concrete sidewalk.

            Now that I am at home, I can play with Hawk! But I am greeted by Mom. “I took Hawk to the vet today just to make sure that he is healthy. I saw you guy playing so I mentioned that to the vet also. She said that if it weren’t for you, this dog would have been depressed and anything but playful for the rest of his life.” Awestruck I say, “Wow, I guess this really is the perfect dog for this family. Who else would have risked getting slobber over their knee highs?” “Ha ha, I guess you’re right. But make sure Hawk does not chew on all of your stuff. OK?” Chuckled my Mom.

            Hawk will always be there for me just like I was there for him. When I come home he is usually sitting outside with his goofy grin that my family loves so much. I have had many adventures with my enthusiastically silly dog. But that would waste so many trees if I wrote all of them down so it would be better to have them just as memories.

 this video is my dog howling with the monthly tornado alarm check

:D

Welcome Friends!

Welcome to my blog! I will upload funny videos and  weekly questions here. This blog will be totally awesome so I hope you will enjoy it!
(One more thing you should know about me is that I am crazy and that I love sock-monkeys!)

More things about Me!:

Name: Yuggle

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Animal: Sock Monkey

Favorite thing to do: swim and eat and read and climb trees and listen to music and blog!

Where I live: Why would I tell you?

I hate: socks, unless I am really cold, then I love them!

favorite thing to eat: dur, ramen noodle soup

pets: my brother and my dog (LOL)

things I could not live without: air and noodles

Favorite sock monkey in the pic: thr ble one (right top corner)

My first amazing video!!!

Hey guys! I have FINALLY finished my video. I hope you like it!

Well, here it is!

Baby: By JB
Lip-sank by Sara and Yuggle
Choreographer: Umm... we improvised
(The ending has funny bloopers!)
YOU WILL LOVE IT!
LOL

Squirrel!!! No really, it was right there! (well, outside, but you know) 
It was soo cute!

Hope you like it!

Question(s) of the Month:

Hello, this is where I am going to post the questions of the month. I love to hear what people think because when you answer a question, your not just giving out any answer, your showing that person who you are and I think knowing yourself is a necessity. So the question of the month is:

What kinds of videos would you want my peeps and I to perform?
My favorite idea will be chosen from all of your comments. So let the ideas roll!
I love to make videos, so please help me out. I can always made do with any of your ideas!

Another one is:

Would you share this site with others? What would make you want to?