My taste in music ranges from “You’ve gotta listen to this” to “I know, please don’t judge me.”

True friends don’t judge each other, they judge other people… together.

Don’t judge me. I was born to be awesome, not perfect.

I don’t understand why judges get paid so much, others judge me for free.

Your honor, when I said I wanted to be held, I didn’t mean in contempt.

Why is judge the only job where you can bang a little hammer to make people shut up? I’ve needed that in literally every job I’ve had.

My step counter doesn’t judge. For him, steps to the fridge are just as valuable as a walk.

I have no need to judge people because of their religion, skin color or sexual orientation. Bad behavior is enough for me.

Your honor, if it pleases the court, I brought homemade brownies for everyone.

Don’t judge me on my likes, I’m confusing the algorithm.

He was clicking his pen 137 times a minute, Your Honor.

One of the benefits of being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas, no make-up, and look like crap and I won’t judge you.

I never judge a book by its cover. People, though, I can tell are evil by their stupid faces.