"...have this wish I wish tonight." As Ashley

"...have this wish I wish tonight." As Ashley glanced once more at the twinkling stars, she felt that this year (for sure) she would get a ring from Brad on Christmas Eve.

One star looked as though it was getting closer. It wasn't a star at all it was a plane. Ashley was a professor in astrophysics and she should have known better. Brad was late

bloomer but he never mentioned it because it was embarrassing. Instead, he got a job cleaning gigantic telescopes. That's when he met Ashley the astrophysicist. The "moving" star

he horrendously epically fantastically botched his self-haircut. The infomercial said it was guaranteed to look great but everyone that saw him said "What The F*ck!?" Even Ashley

the labradoodle protest peed on the kitchen floor when she saw his haircut. He got out his green pen 'Dear Haircuts 2 die 4, Your product has made my dog incontinent. I demand

Total reimbursment for the expense of travelling to the vet and back, plus all the meds." Haircuts 2 die 4 responded, "You sold your dog to the devil, signing the contract. Sorry."

Then why was I still the one walking the dog? Why wasn't the Devil? They keep saying it is in the contract but I didn't read it but that doesn't sound right. I don't expect anybody

really reads the fine print when signing a contract with the Devil. They just want their end of the deal at any cost. But walking the hounds of Hell for all eternity? Do you know

how much of a nightmare it is getting those things to cooperate? Worst. Pets. Ever. It's no wonder that the demons don't walk them themselves.