OMG where is the hidden camera

In my most recent thrifting run, I found a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a prominent "Foamy the Squirrel" logo. Knowing nothing else except that the squirrel looked charmingly psychotic and that the wombat-consort can always use more long-sleeved black tees, I bought it. When I got home, Google revealed that Foamy knows far too much about my life, as expounded in "A Beginner's Guide to Being a Bitch-Hermit".

I swear that's me in there. Except for the hair. And the choices of media entertainment. But who needs the Smiths to make the world seem bleak and meaningless when all-day news can do that for you?