Thread of the year.

GTOAT imo

Borojunior got married on Sunday lads. UTB

BJTT_WiredFreebird - Borojunior got married on Sunday lads. UTB

Of course he did!  And his bride is already carrying the second coming of Christ!

Congrats SGT606, that's great to hear. 

Boro is an amazing man, I can only aspire to be so great. 

BJTT_WiredFreebird - Borojunior got married on Sunday lads. UTB

I hope that TOTY & BJTT got a mention in the speeches. 

Congrats Boro, Mrs Boro. 

Our sincere wishes are with you both. 

BJTT_WiredFreebird - Borojunior got married on Sunday lads. UTB
So proud of our mighty leader. I ate an order of proper fish & chips in honor of boro's union. I hope the consummated on a bed of naan.

I toast to that with the macallan 1938 fine and rare .

The only dram worthy this occasion

Jon Jones just got popped again.  Word on the street is that he stayed in the same hotel where borojunior and his glorious bride honeymooned and he test levels went through the roof.

bjtt or fuck your mother.

Gents, just popping in to make sure everyone’s ok.

BJTT or throw a brick in your own face.

borojunior -

Gents, just popping in to make sure everyone’s ok.

BJTT or throw a brick in your own face.

Do you still make threads or are you pretty much retired now?
Gartlin -
borojunior -

Gents, just popping in to make sure everyone’s ok.

BJTT or throw a brick in your own face.

Do you still make threads or are you pretty much retired now?

He made a thread on the topic of Bitcoin recently. It's another masterpiece. 

borojunior -

Gents, just popping in to make sure everyone’s ok.

BJTT or throw a brick in your own face.

In!

#TOTY4EAV

Borojunior.  The Man.  The Myth.  The Legend.  Thread of the year every fucking year.

BJTT for life or get your dick caught in the coffee grinder.

MR31 -

Shit I just read more. Apparently after they pile on him for a bit, he becomes their leader and they all want to suck him off. This fuckin boro dude gots skills. He basically turned all their smart asses over, spanked them and then fucked em hard.

And it was glorious.

From kungfumullet

Since thread of the year has been dying down a bit, I decided to do some research, and after days of digging, I found origin story for thread of the year. Here is an excerpt:

It was December 2013, a time not unlike the present day. Borojunior was out, playing in the snow with his friends. He built snowmen and snowangels and laughed until he began to lose his voice. Everything was good in Borojunior’s life.

"Come inside at once, Borojunior!" exclaimed his father, Borosenior, a mountain of a man, with a ruddy beard and tight angry curls in his hair.

"But Papa, I want to play! Why, it’s almost Christmas!" pleaded Borojunior.

"At once, Borojunior! Don’t make me say it again, boy!"

Borojunior knew better than to trifle with the old man. A mere shift in Borosenior’s voice struck more fear into his heart than the threat of losing his dear friends, so without a second thought, he hastily retreated inside.

"Borojunior, you are no longer a boy," Borosenior reprimanded, clutching Borojunior by the arms.

"But Papa, I just want to play," Borojunior whimpered.

"Borojunior, you are already 35 years old. It is time for you to become a man and fulfill your destiny. Someday, you will understand why I am so stern with you. Someday, you will have a child of your own, and his name will be Borojuniorjunior, and I only hope that the lad doesn’t try your patience the way you have tested mine," said the old man.

"Oh father, I only want to be happy and play," exclaimed Borojunior, feeling somewhat emboldened by his father’s rare demonstration of emotion.

"Silence!!!" Borosenior shrieked. "I warned you not to sass me boy, and now you will taste the back of me hand!" Borosenior growled, swiftly slapping Borojunior across the face with his thick, tight and heavily veined trunk of an arm.

Borojunior cowered, afraid to speak. He felt terror in his heart, knowing that he had to muster the focus and courage to conform his behavior to his father’s impossible standards. He at once understood that his father loved him, but was also overcome by a paralyzing fear.

"Yes father. Whatever you wish," said Borojunior, lowering his head.

"Borojunior, I am only stern with you because I have been enlightened by the prophecy of your path. Borojunior, you may believe that you are just a carefree boy, but what you do not realize is that the future relies on you, and if you fail to fulfill what it is that you must become, this world will become a grim, shriveled and limp version of what it is destined to be."

"But father, I am a mere neophyte. When I ask questions, I sometimes wonder if I am being a noob or a fag," Borojunior pleaded earnestly.

"Borojunior, you are neither a noob or a fag," said Borojunior emphatically. "Even if you were to lie with a man, you would be neither a noob nor a fag. Because you must know, Borojunior, that once you fulfill your prophecy, many men from far away places, denizens of the underworld and kings of the heavens will all want to lie with you. The greatest warriors and most masculine of mens will all clamor for your attention–they will all wish to suckle from the golden teat of your wisdom."

"I don’t understand, Papa."

"Borojunior, this is why you must train."

From that day forward, Borojunior spent every hour of every day training with his father. He did everything that Borosenior asked him to do without question. Without knowing what he was training for or even if his father knew, he simply obeyed, and day by day felt the strength of once was his boyish resistance turn to an inner strength and fortitude. It was on December 31, 2013 that Borosenior sat him down with an exhilarating yet frightening message.

"Borojunior, you are ready."

"But how, and for what?!" Borojunior cried.

"You will know, and when the time comes, you will change the world" Borosenior stated. "And to prepare you for this forthcoming momentous day, I shall give you one last thing–the only thing I have left to give you."

Borosenior place a mason jar in his hand, held it up to show Borojunior that it was empty. He then turned around, as if to hide a secret from Borojunior, and when Borosenior returned to face Borojunior, he held the mason jar which was now filled with a bright yellow, sparkling liquid.

"You must drink it! You must drink it all Borojunior!" he said, almost deliriously. "Do not disappoint me son, do not disappoint the world."

Borojunior grasped the jar, and with three prolonged and swift gulps, he emptied the liquid into his belly. "I have done it father!" he exclaimed.

But as Borojunior removed the glass from his face, there was no one there. Borosenior was nowhere to be found. Borojunior looked all around his home and could find nobody. He fled into the village and ask the local innkeeper whether he had seen his father.

"Innkeeper! Have you seen my papa? Have you seen him?!"

"Borojunior, how good to see you," grinned the friendly withered man. 

"My father, where is he?!" Borojunior urgently asked, his voice crackling with panic.

"Why Borojunior, I haven’t seen your father in over 10 years. Sadly, the last time I saw the man was just two weeks before his funeral. Beautiful service," said the innkeeper, taking his hat off and putting it next to his heart.

Borojunior’s head began to spin, he felt dizzy and nothing seemed real. Thoughts raced in and out of his head, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. It was then that the entire world became a blur to him.

When he opened his eyes, Borojunior was sitting at a desk, his laptop open. He glanced at the bottom of his screen, which indicated it was January 1, 2014. So many thoughts were stirring in him, so many emotions swirling around his soul. But yet, overcoming all of those feelings was a singular rush of energy, an electricity and an inspiration… to write, and to reach out to the world…with a message…in fact more than a message, a thread. And the rest…well you all know what happened next.

BJTT-SGT606 -

From kungfumullet

Since thread of the year has been dying down a bit, I decided to do some research, and after days of digging, I found origin story for thread of the year. Here is an excerpt:

It was December 2013, a time not unlike the present day. Borojunior was out, playing in the snow with his friends. He built snowmen and snowangels and laughed until he began to lose his voice. Everything was good in Borojunior’s life.

"Come inside at once, Borojunior!" exclaimed his father, Borosenior, a mountain of a man, with a ruddy beard and tight angry curls in his hair.

"But Papa, I want to play! Why, it’s almost Christmas!" pleaded Borojunior.

"At once, Borojunior! Don’t make me say it again, boy!"

Borojunior knew better than to trifle with the old man. A mere shift in Borosenior’s voice struck more fear into his heart than the threat of losing his dear friends, so without a second thought, he hastily retreated inside.

"Borojunior, you are no longer a boy," Borosenior reprimanded, clutching Borojunior by the arms.

"But Papa, I just want to play," Borojunior whimpered.

"Borojunior, you are already 35 years old. It is time for you to become a man and fulfill your destiny. Someday, you will understand why I am so stern with you. Someday, you will have a child of your own, and his name will be Borojuniorjunior, and I only hope that the lad doesn’t try your patience the way you have tested mine," said the old man.

"Oh father, I only want to be happy and play," exclaimed Borojunior, feeling somewhat emboldened by his father’s rare demonstration of emotion.

"Silence!!!" Borosenior shrieked. "I warned you not to sass me boy, and now you will taste the back of me hand!" Borosenior growled, swiftly slapping Borojunior across the face with his thick, tight and heavily veined trunk of an arm.

Borojunior cowered, afraid to speak. He felt terror in his heart, knowing that he had to muster the focus and courage to conform his behavior to his father’s impossible standards. He at once understood that his father loved him, but was also overcome by a paralyzing fear.

"Yes father. Whatever you wish," said Borojunior, lowering his head.

"Borojunior, I am only stern with you because I have been enlightened by the prophecy of your path. Borojunior, you may believe that you are just a carefree boy, but what you do not realize is that the future relies on you, and if you fail to fulfill what it is that you must become, this world will become a grim, shriveled and limp version of what it is destined to be."

"But father, I am a mere neophyte. When I ask questions, I sometimes wonder if I am being a noob or a fag," Borojunior pleaded earnestly.

"Borojunior, you are neither a noob or a fag," said Borojunior emphatically. "Even if you were to lie with a man, you would be neither a noob nor a fag. Because you must know, Borojunior, that once you fulfill your prophecy, many men from far away places, denizens of the underworld and kings of the heavens will all want to lie with you. The greatest warriors and most masculine of mens will all clamor for your attention–they will all wish to suckle from the golden teat of your wisdom."

"I don’t understand, Papa."

"Borojunior, this is why you must train."

From that day forward, Borojunior spent every hour of every day training with his father. He did everything that Borosenior asked him to do without question. Without knowing what he was training for or even if his father knew, he simply obeyed, and day by day felt the strength of once was his boyish resistance turn to an inner strength and fortitude. It was on December 31, 2013 that Borosenior sat him down with an exhilarating yet frightening message.

"Borojunior, you are ready."

"But how, and for what?!" Borojunior cried.

"You will know, and when the time comes, you will change the world" Borosenior stated. "And to prepare you for this forthcoming momentous day, I shall give you one last thing–the only thing I have left to give you."

Borosenior place a mason jar in his hand, held it up to show Borojunior that it was empty. He then turned around, as if to hide a secret from Borojunior, and when Borosenior returned to face Borojunior, he held the mason jar which was now filled with a bright yellow, sparkling liquid.

"You must drink it! You must drink it all Borojunior!" he said, almost deliriously. "Do not disappoint me son, do not disappoint the world."

Borojunior grasped the jar, and with three prolonged and swift gulps, he emptied the liquid into his belly. "I have done it father!" he exclaimed.

But as Borojunior removed the glass from his face, there was no one there. Borosenior was nowhere to be found. Borojunior looked all around his home and could find nobody. He fled into the village and ask the local innkeeper whether he had seen his father.

"Innkeeper! Have you seen my papa? Have you seen him?!"

"Borojunior, how good to see you," grinned the friendly withered man. 

"My father, where is he?!" Borojunior urgently asked, his voice crackling with panic.

"Why Borojunior, I haven’t seen your father in over 10 years. Sadly, the last time I saw the man was just two weeks before his funeral. Beautiful service," said the innkeeper, taking his hat off and putting it next to his heart.

Borojunior’s head began to spin, he felt dizzy and nothing seemed real. Thoughts raced in and out of his head, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. It was then that the entire world became a blur to him.

When he opened his eyes, Borojunior was sitting at a desk, his laptop open. He glanced at the bottom of his screen, which indicated it was January 1, 2014. So many thoughts were stirring in him, so many emotions swirling around his soul. But yet, overcoming all of those feelings was a singular rush of energy, an electricity and an inspiration… to write, and to reach out to the world…with a message…in fact more than a message, a thread. And the rest…well you all know what happened next.

It brings a tear to my eye everytime. Thanks for that trip down memory lane. 

MR31 -

Shit I just read more. Apparently after they pile on him for a bit, he becomes their leader and they all want to suck him off. This fuckin boro dude gots skills. He basically turned all their smart asses over, spanked them and then fucked em hard.

And we liked it. 

Happy Hollidays my BJTT brothers. I hope all you guys are still kicking ass.

Frank all we do is kick ass!  Are you ice fishing in Minnesota yet?