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>go to catalog
>ctrl+f "book"
>42 results
>ctrl+f "guenon"
>46 results

>> No.14397473

>>14397456
You made it 47 nigga.
Seriously, i guess he is just the flavor of the month. He will be gone january

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Indeed we must get back to the true heart of /lit/, I'll start
Describe this image in your finest prose.

>> No.14397483

>>14397473
It's just a tranny raid. He will never be FOTM.

>> No.14397491

>>14397482
papa doge gard mome doge

>> No.14397496

>>14397491
Look at the puppies brainlet

>> No.14397500

>>14397491
No anon. I don't think he is going to be doing much guarding.

>> No.14398695

>>14397482
"Oh good," thinks the Labroastie, "he hasn't seemed to realise so far..."
"Hmm..." he ruminates, "how the fuck that bitch have so many nipples?"

>> No.14398828

>>14397456
EVERY DAY UNTIL YOU LIKE IT

>> No.14398968

>>14397482
As Rover stood by, watching his wife feed the children, he couldn't help but ask himself: where had he gone wrong? Was it when he had stolen the ball from her? Ate her treats? Drunk her water? Or was it all those times when master had payed attention to him first, had given him the head pats and belly rubs, while she could only watch in the corner? He was pulled from his reverie by the yipping of a pup who had been kicked out of place by one of it's littermates. Master, ever dutiful master, quickly helpped the pup back to a nipple. God, it made him sick: His master, that kind face who had watched over him as a pup, that hand who had pat and fed him for his whole life, was giving that same treatment to one of those damned welps. Who was it? Who had put the horns upon his head? Who had nipped his legs? Mawed at the nape of his neck? Dared called him coward? Mocked him the moonlight, for all the ancestors to see? He swore he would find that dalmation, he would rip his throat out before the pack. Aye, his fur was gold and his eyes we're soft, his muscles flabby and bark quiet, but wolf's blood still ran through his veins, and he would not suffer the name of cuckold.