Though nobody knows her real name, "Cake Lady," as downtowners have affectionately dubbed her, continues to contribute to central Phoenix lore. In short, there's a woman about town who occasionally shows up at gatherings (a music performance, an art exhibit) looking for free stuff, especially cake. The consensus is that she reads New Times (a smart woman, indeed) and then calls ahead to inquire about the possibility of free goodies. She's been spotted only a couple of times, including years ago at a birthday party at the now-defunct Paper Heart, where she briefly showed up, then dashed out the door with a bunch of cake to go. Hey, Cake Lady, share some next time!
Yes, asshole, I realized I spelled "steal" incorrectly. I logged back in to let the prick who wrote this know, I may make a typo or a spelling error now & then, but at least I have a better imagination. A bitch who steals cake huh? Jesus that's lame. And now, so are you. Have some work ethic. Your'e either lazy, extremely pressed for time, or just plain suck. Doesn't matter, it should've been better.
This once was the coolest "best of". Once. You've lost all of your cool factor. Cable news fills 24 hrs of time with bullshit, but I expected better of you. I didn't expect you to find the "Burning Bird", but you could've come up with better than some stupid broad who steels cake. Fucking stupid to no end. Whoever wrote this should be talked to. You're a fucking idiot. Sorry, but it is what it is. It's a big city guys. Put a little thought into it. Better yet, put a little "Heart" into it.
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