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Introducing the BAYC P2P Marketplace. A peer-to-peer marketplace for BAYC apparel, collectibles, art, and weird one-offs from the Club. Buy and sell directly on boredapeyachtclub.com/p2p

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Day 1,826 of boredom

Five Years of Bored Ape Yacht Club A note to The Best Club on the Internet, Five years is a long time on the internet. It’s long enough to understand what makes something different, and to recognize when it becomes part of people’s lives in a real way. The Bored Ape Yacht Club has always been more than something you scroll past. It’s something people step into, build with, and carry with them. That’s what makes this a Club. Like @mfigge said recently, the Club should live in your world, not just your timeline. That's where we're headed. Here's what that looks like right now. We recently rolled out the new bayc.com - a fresh look, member profiles and directory, an updated store.bayc.com, and more coming soon. It’s a step toward making the Club feel more tangible, more connected, and easier to immerse in. IRL is the Alpha Over the last few weeks, Apes have been mobilizing across the globe through regional meetups, bringing local chapters together in ways that actually matter. We spent 4/20 weekend with Snoop and Dr. Bombay, giving a group of Apes a member-only moment you can’t replicate online. These moments pull people closer together, create and strengthen real bonds, and push the energy of the Club forward. We say Bored Ape, You say Yacht Club We’ve also been thinking about what it actually means to be a Yacht Club - not just the name, but the feeling behind it. That’s starting to take shape. From here on out, you’ll see it show up more clearly in our apparel, our collaborations, and an aesthetic that finally does the Yacht Club name justice. Five years in, and we’re not slowing down. There’s more to share, but for now… thanks for being an Ape. Thanks for being in the Club.

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my grandmother was an educator, started a private school in Havana in the 50s and worked as the principal taught some English classes at night for adults as well so obviously Castro's goons took possession of the school after 1959 which to have your dream that you built from nothing taken from you and given to complete idiots who burn it down in short order is one thing but the most humiliating aspect of the whole ordeal that my grandmother would talk about was more specific than that it was having men show up at her door, after everything was done, holding an inventory sheet that they found which listed how many desks she had bought for the school, blackboards, etc and being asked about a few desks they couldn't find. literally that. how come there's 48 desks in the school and not the 50 on the inventory sheet. of course the answer was that they broke and they threw them out. the inventory sheet was old. but they didn't believe her, they intimidated her at gunpoint. a little lady, a school principal who probably weighed 100 pounds. where are the fucking desks. she remembered that forever. it's almost 70 years later, and the situation is if anything only more absurd, more morally and economically bankrupt in Cuba if your fridge breaks, you wait until the government sends you a new one (on the seventh of never) and docks it from your govt pay accordingly. your govt pay is ~16 USD a month. you can make more by pestering some euro or canadian tourist to buy some random junk off you -- if you follow them around enough and are persuasive enough, they will give you a $20, which is more then your doctor makes in a month. which is sort of whatever, because there really are no stores, just ration counters with 5-6 things listed on a blackboard that they'll trade you for tickets. rice, sugar, salt, cigarettes. if you don't smoke you trade you trade your cigarette rations for something else. toilet paper. when your kids get older, they don't move out, there's literally nowhere for them to move to. nothing is built, nothing is for sale, and you have no money anyway. you put up paper walls, pretend not to hear each other. the thing you smuggle into Cuba when you're visiting family isn't expensive stuff, the most precious items are USB drives with movie rips and video game roms, and $5 tins of Cafe Pilon 'cause Cuba exports any good coffee it makes, and leaves locals to drink stuff so bad that the $5 tin feels truly luxurious. when I was visiting my great aunt, one of her neighbors came in and made himself a cup of coffee. he didn't know it was fresh from the tin we brought over; it had been transferred over to their usual container. saw a grown man well up with apologetic tears in his eyes because as soon as his lips touched the drink, he knew this was different. he drank his neighbor's Cafe Pilon thinking it was just the usual crap and he almost cried. Because he felt he had taken something incredibly precious of his neighbor's without asking. anyway, my point is: you don't really need to try out repossessing people's private property in New York. there's an island 90 miles off Florida where incredibly smart people, I sincerely mean that, have been doing it for three-quarters of a century.

Happy New Year, Apes. Here’s to a killer 2026.

Future looks bright. See you in 2026.

When I say Bored Ape, you say Yacht Club.

Happy Holidays from everyone at the Bored Ape Yacht Club.

For years, I’ve wanted a LEGO kit of the @BoredApeYC clubhouse. A few weeks ago, I asked a very talented brick architect to help me build it. Instructions and parts list threaded below. Merry Christmas you filthy animals. Please note this is neither LEGO nor BAYC official.

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GM Apes, is there anyone that can tell me something about the lore behind this logo?

The BAYC Essentials Store is now open 24/7 with year round staples and members-only exclusives for the club. store.boredapeyachtclub.com

chomps is a beast, insanely talented been a massive part of crafting the world of the BAYC since the beginning