Tell us your nastiest, goriest sports injury. Got pictures? Post a link below or notify me on Twitter @Yiponthespot. The Nastiest Sports Injury EVAR wins a prize!

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Before Twitter there were fortune cookies. Brief bits of wisdom on demand (whenever you got Chinese takeout at least).

Grace Yip and Grace Chu provide a list of lesbian fortune cookie messages. But mostly Grace Yip, because Grace Chu is not only an unenlightened lesbians, she is also an unenlightened Asian.

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Dear Mom,

Thank you for the LeSportSac-Psychedelic-Cat-Print-Bag-(That-Really-Looks-Likes-A-Purse)… I TOTES LOVE IT!! I am so glad that we finally have something in common that we can talk about, bags! You probably thought that the five Timbuk2 messenger bags, two Invictas, two Chromes, Diesel, Crumpler Manhattan Portage and Tumi bags that I own just don’t cut it…

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It’s open season on SUV-owners, that is, until you need someone to move your new one bedroom set from Ikea or drive you and five of your friends (and all of their sports equipment) to your rec league game.

This SUV-owning dyke is sick of the hypocrisy and has one thing to say: move, bitch, get out the way (and get your own moving service)!

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I have a love-hate relationship with the holidays based solely on… holiday parties. Whether it is thrown by your place of work, friends or your drunk Uncle Dan, socializing at these annual events is a perfect way to catch up on the dirt that you’ve somehow missed, mingle if you’re single, or have an eggnog. Or three.

Holiday parties allow me to prance around in my wickedly awes…

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Why pay a therapist when you have the free advice of your friends?   We are both experts and novices in lezzie breakup drama – forever novices with our own breakups but highly skilled experts when it comes to our friends’ breakup drama. We have all been there to dish up the “you can do it!” and “DISENGAGE!” as well as take in the verbal hug that is &…

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WHOOT WHOOT!  2008 is turning into a fantastic year for us sports fans!  From watching Annika’s farewell tour and Tiger pulling out an “OH HELLS NO” one-legged win over some dude named Rocco, to the marathon Federer-Nadal match at Wimbledon and the Chicago Cubs having “the year that we’ve been waiting for each year for the last 100 freakin’ years” (knock on wood) – it’s been n…

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I had an entire post about salivating over Dara Torres, but I decided to reflect upon another type of tasty taco.  Well, plural.  TACOS.  I went on a taco trot this Saturday, which, yes, is very much like a pub crawl but instead the target is not so much drinking-crappy-pre-paid-well-drinks-and-domestic-draft-beer-until-you-hurl-on-your-friend’s-converse, but rather savoring…

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We’ve all watched porn. The standard made-fer-womyn-by-womyn lezzie porn or perhaps “straightzie” porn for those who don’t know any better (“straightzie” porn = “lesbian” porn for straight men starring bored long-nailed stillettoed women with oddly-hued orange skin from tan-in-a-can sporting inflated boobulars that point in wayward directions). Some of you may have been expos…

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Lezzies like to complain about The Pride Parade to the point of declaring a boycott. Reason “X” can be any number of things:

the plethora of politicians marching to show their “support of queers” during an election year
corporate-sponsored floats a-go-go
non-queer gawkers who are there to take in the “spectacle”
lukewarm $7 beer
overabundance of gyrating boys in thongs
complete lack o…

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