Never, ever, ever, pug in wow.
EVER.
WoW has the most retarded people I have ever met online. And they all want to group up with ME.
You know the groups I'm talking about. You get a random invite from some screwball you've never heard of before. You accept and join the group.
"Hi all!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
This silence is your clue. Do not miss this clue. This is the telltale sign that things are about to go very bad.
On the rare occasions the silence is broke, it's only through a mistell. Occasionally, someone will come out with a line of gibberish that is dutifully ignored. For example, the mage will ask "cna sum1 giev foode" or the Hunter might ask "lol iz it ok if i lvl up pet lol". It takes anywhere between 30 mins to a g.d. hour for people to stop collecting herbs, figure out where Shattrath is, or their mom to finish cutting their hair before they assemble.
Another 15 minutes passes while waiting for the instance to consider letting in this Band of Boneheads. During that time, you get about 30 duel invites. 20 of them get broken because their pos tandy pc keeps lagging out, or they accidentally hit the autorun key and fall off a cliff. Of the 10 duels that are successful, they attack your pet.
Then they fall off the cliff again.
The instance, due to a horrendous error in judgement, decides to let you all in. WHY, INSTANCE, WHY?
That's when the real fun starts.
But I'll just make this quick, and not spend the next 4 or 5 paragraphs hurting my brain describing the ineptitude of the average WoW player. Everyone is a tank. Everyone is a puller. No sheeping, no heals, no aggro control. They fall off platforms. They go afk without telling anyone. Arguments over loot break out, because someone looted a trivial bop blue item nobody else could use, EXCEPT A SHAMMY, WHO ISN'T EVEN IN THE GROUP. But it'll fetch 4 gold at the vendor, so it's worth taking leadership of the group and kicking the poor sob that looted the junk out of the group, and the instance.
Someone else leaves to eat some icecream. Then, someone else's guild "needs them" so they go.
You hearth back to Ironforge, where there's a line of dancing naked Gnomes. Disappointed, jaded and annoyed, you recall the guy who went to get some ice cream, log off, and get some yourself.
Never, ever, ever pug in WoW.
EVER.