My Fluffy Life !!HOT!!
welcome to cotton-floof, a countryside village on the poofties' world for newborn stuffed animals to experience life safely and happily. a simple game about taking a walk, collecting memories, decorating and making friends !! take some rest and enjoy the small things
my fluffy life
Raise and train a troupe of cuddly virtual life creatures that live on a Space Station. Because they have neural network brains, Norns can be taught right from wrong, but because they also have their own, individual personalities, they may not always do what you want.
In April, PuffPals: Island Skies launched a Kickstarter (opens in new tab) and raised over $2.5m to create a cute life sim game where you make animal friends, build a farm, and decorate your house. With its colorful aesthetic and stubby little characters, it looks like Animal Crossing, except it won't be tied to a Nintendo platform when its eventually out.
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Iglesias often references his weight in his comedy, often saying, "Oh, I'm not fat, I'm fluffy", elaborating that there were five levels of fatness, "Big", "Healthy", "Husky", "Fluffy", and "DAMN!!!"[7] In 2009 he added a sixth level, "Oh hell, no."[8]
In The Fluffy Movie, Iglesias describes how at his heaviest, which he states was 445 pounds (202 kilograms), he was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes, and with his blood sugar spiking to over 300 mg/dl (16.6 mmol/L) regularly, was given two years to live by his doctor. He said the shock of being told he had two years to live prompted him to reevaluate how he took care of himself and explained that he decided to lose weight in order to ensure his continued presence in the lives of his family. Iglesias described the struggle to incorporate a healthier lifestyle, relating how he was told by a specialist that his heavy touring schedule precluded him from being a candidate for bariatric surgery, and how he resorted instead to weight-lifting, Diamond Dallas Page Yoga, and a high-protein, low-carbohydrate diet, which helped him shed over 100 pounds (45 kilograms). Iglesias has also struggled with depression and alcoholism, which he attributes partly to burnout from his heavy touring schedule.[21]
these are amazing!!!! better than IHOP! I want to thank yo for posting this recipient from the bottom Of My stomach, pancakes will never be the SAMe at my house these pancakes are the new fluffy golden standard, this is the absolute best recipe I ever made, because of the SLIMPIcity/eas of making it and the quality of the finished pancake 10000/10
You will want to wash your sherpa first. Make sure you follow the directions on the wash tag. Also, check the label in case yours says dry clean only. I turned mine inside out and washed on cold gentle cycle and I did not put it in the dryer. I used laundry detergent and Downy free and gentle fabric softener. Using a gentle softener on the sweater will help the fine fluffy material.
No one was disappointed in the Jenson home winter display this season, as 15 handmade, life-sized dolls were pulling sleds and playing in real snow. A six foot tall abominable snowman, which is also known as a Yeti in the regions of Nepal and Tibet, has a friendly grin while watching the puppets play.
Whether the words, spaces, and punctuation marks appear in The Iliad or Don Quixote, a fluffy sportswear catalogue or a dense computer manual, the goal of all writing is to get some tiny bit of the gargantuan energy we call life onto the page so that other humans can read it and say, "Yes, that writing describes the life I know."
Yet I know picture of daily life is woefully incomplete. I've sketched a few dress and physical details of several passengers and noted the train's orange seats, but I didn't describe anybody's shoes or point out that some of those orange seats were light orange, some dark orange. I put in the toot of the train's horn, but where are the clickety-clacks and rumbles of its steel wheels? Where is the banner of ads unfurled along the length of the car just above eye level? Where are the "Do Not Lean Against the Door" signs, the shiny poles for standing passengers to hold on to? Since it was a sunny day and we were rolling north, when we were above ground the sun came streaming in the east-side windows, making bright rectangles of light on the car's black floor. I didn't paint those, nor did I describe how, when we passed tall buildings standing beside the track, those bright rectangles were momentarily eclipsed.
Where in my sketch, moreover, are the thoughts and emotions of the passengers and me? I know that I was anxious to get to the camp on time, so every time the train slowed down I'd think, "C'mon, c'mon, I don't have all day you know." What was the old man with the bandaid thinking and feeling? Had his blood test revealed a life-changing illness? Was the African-American woman asleep, and if so what was she dreaming? What had made the bald man so sweaty that his head needed drying? Life had brought me and everyone in the car to this particular, unique moment; we all had hopes and plans for what we'd do next, but none of us knew for sure what the future might bring.
And life continued in the world outside our one subway car. When we rode on the elevated sections of the subway line, the bustling life of Bronx below us was nakedly on display: store clerks carrying out "20% OFF!" signs to attract the passers-by walking and stopping and turning on the sidewalks; cars and trucks waiting at red lights then honking the moment the lights turned green. Looking west I could get occasional glimpses of the Palisades across the Hudson River in New Jersey; looking east I could see cars stopping and going on the New York Thruway; the buildings of Lehman College made elegant profiles against the cloud-flecked sky.
...and all that, and so so so much more is still only a teeny tiny corner of life. Our goal as writers is to get as much of life into our words, spaces, and punctuation marks as we possibly can. What are we waiting for? Let's get to it! 041b061a72