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...stered, did you register Democrat?” Big Tim continued. “’Scuse me m’am!” Ben started to chuckle. This behavior was logical since they were paid hourly. It was only 9:00 am though and they usually didn’t run after people until at least 11:00 am. Ben was more worried about lunch though. Last month he had become quite bored at home. Big Tim was over but he didn’t have enough money to get beer. Ben ordered some porno off the Internet and used his bankcard. After watching the porn he discovered the amount for the porno had not been deducted from his account so he reported the card stolen. Bank officials weren’t smart enough to come to ones residence and check ones computer. For all they knew some pervert had stolen the card and ordered it. Besides, the Democrats had only given them an ironing board to use today. Saving money was important. “Hispanic people never let me sign them up. I bet it’s because none of them are legal. I bet that one-third of them be just thinking I’m going to expose them or something. Anyway man, we gonna smoke today or what?” Ben paused for a few seconds and then answered, “Yeah, there’s never enough marijuana. It’s a sad thing Big Tim. We sign people up, like thirteen a day, and we still don’t have enough pot. Thank heavens for Asians and porn. I got some of that Myers Rum last night, pulled up some pictures. I slept well to say the least.” They both started laughing. Another Hispanic couple exited the “Bullseye” market they were in front of. Ben stepped forward, “Excuse me sir, could I get a moment of your ti...