We mean "shamelessness" in the best way possible. The black sheep of cupcakeries in D.C., Baked & Wired, entices devotees not with shmancy, pristine PR, but rather with awesomely subversive tactics.
"Meg's mounds" are Meg's breasts. But you knew that. What other D.C. establishment--other than Camelot, Archibald's, or Stadium types--openly markets itself with crude boob drawings? (Seriously--are there more?)
Meg is just one more piece of proof that Baked & Wired really doesn't give a shit. Staffed by an assortment of tattoed, pierced and or otherwise progressive cats, Baked & Wired exudes a nonchalant attitude.
Case in point: their consistent request, or sometimes demand, that everyone "get baked."
It does not take a genius to understand this is a -GASP!- weed reference. That's right. They went there. Now blaze and go to Baked and Wired, which has an excellent selection of munchies.
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It's not entirely clear in this pic, but here, Uncle Sam is smoking a joint. He wants you to poke smot!
4th of July chalk drawing outside of Baked & Wired
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