they’d better not judge me

judging me

My conscience is clear: Not a day goes by that I don’t do all of those things, unless I am physically separated from them. Even then I’d probably make kissy noises on the phone, and tell Loki to pass on hugs and and pets from me.


Mr and Mrs Bugg hold hands and smile at us.

The text reads: “And then there were buggs wondering if you kissed your boi, hugged your dog, petted your cats today.

Not that they would judge you.”