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Hitchers / HHLG
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Space is big, real big. You’re just one tiny cog in an infinite machine, it’s turtles all the way down baby.
All you need is a sense of adventure and a towle.
Come be like Caine from kung fu.
Only really hoopy froods can cut it as a real, true, Hitcher.
Are you game?
History
Humanity has had it’s roving bands of explorers for as long as it’s existed and for most of it’s existence those brave fools have been content to walk mostly naked through the universe, towel in hand, keeping shit real.
We keep that proud foolish tradition alive.
Ever since the original progenitor of our faith, Non Judgemental Bob the unshaven proclaimed “Dude, your shit owns you, you don’t own your shit man. Love, love is the key guy, it’s key, it’s it man, it’s the real deal, it’s it, it’s the big… you know, the big thing, the real answer dude. Dude, hey, and dudets! Don’t judge people, you can’t be free if you judge people! LOVE! NOW!” we have cast aside our need for fancy shinny things and we wonder the universe like kane from kung fu just handing out love good vibes instead of arse whoopings.
Your a citizen of the human race man, so like live it.
Manifesto
We spread love and the one true word of Bob!
How?
Simple.
We hitchhike. We travel the verse as Bob intended, cheap and cheerful, towel in hand, real hoopy froods baby.
We forgo in this life the luxry of ships, of big shinny things in favour of spreading the word of Bob!
So come, stick your thumb and travel the verse towel first.
Charter
I’m Frank the hitchhiking Tank but to call me dear leader. Although really, who can lead when we all follow the one true Bob?
Come with me, or go without me, I don’t care! LOVE! NOW!
We crew, we hitch, we bum a ride.
We’re here to be called on and to call on.