Foof is a squishy little freak with a big heart and a blank stare.
He’s equal parts dumb, cute, and weirdly relatable - a reflection of the chaos of being alive when nothing makes sense.
Foof was born in the trenches - memecoins, rugs, 99% drawdowns.
He’s seen it all. And yet, he simply... Foofs on.
He doesn’t talk. Doesn’t need to.
Every deadpan stare says it all: confusion, hope, fear, or just pure gelatinous vibes.
Foofs don’t follow trends. They follow GOOGOO - their mysterious, divine overlord. Deep in the woods, by moonlight and blue mushrooms, they gather in Bohemian Grove-style rituals to worship their gooey god with chants, snacks, and suspiciously coordinated dances.
Foof isn’t your hero. He’s not your mascot.
He’s just... Foof.
This is where we decode the bizarre lingo, sacred chants, and unhinged vocabulary:
