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oh, my God

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See also: oh my God, oh my god, and ohmygod

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Interjection

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oh, my God

  1. Alternative form of oh my God.
    • 1925, Donald Ogden Stewart, The Crazy Fool, page 224:
      "Oh, my God!" he cried. "He's invented photography." "What hath God wrought?" said the old man, trying to get up.
    • 2002 November, Tom Gliatto, “Local boy makes good”, in People, volume 58, number 22, page 114:
      One thing she has noticed over the years, Dorothea says, is that "he's developed more of a sense of humor. Now, when he'll crack a joke, I'll say, 'Oh, my God, who are you and what have you done with my husband?'"
    • 2003 August 20, Julia Sommerfeld, “Skin-cancer risk not enough to scare teens who tan”, in Chicago Tribune, 157th year, number 232, section 8, page 7, column 3:
      “There are girls at school we call tanorexic,” the teen said. “They are obsessed with tanning, they go in the beds every day and, oh, my God, it’s so gross, they look so dark it’s like walking skin cancer.”
    • 2004 May 23, Lynn Elber, “Ellen DeGeneres Savors Her Rebound, Emmys”, in The Signal, page B6:
      After DeGeneres displayed a picture of her overweight cat, “suddenly people sent in pictures of their fat cats,” she said. (She continues on in her meandering, charmingly Ellenesque fashion: “Some of them we don’t even show because I feel like, ‘Oh, my God, this animal’s going to blow up in a second.’ Now I’m realizing my animal’s not fat at all.”)
    • 2010 August, Mary B. Morrison, “Darius”, in Darius Jones, New York, N.Y.: Dafina Books, Kensington Publishing, →ISBN; mass market edition, New York, N.Y.: Dafina Books, Kensington Publishing, February 2013, →ISBN, page 193:
      Those New Orleans women knew how to pop that pussy, and oh, my God—Slugger was on swole—thinking about that project chick sucking my dick on Tchoupitoulas.
    • 2012, Dale Bridges, Dreams Some Assembly Required ... the Beginning, AuthorHouse, →ISBN, page 129:
      You look divoon, just divoon, Honey. There's a new one over there. She's assisting Miss Berk.” Dixie glanced at his wristwatch and squeaked “Oh, my God! Half hour to curtain. Oh, I just love show business. I'll return. Ta ta. Gotta pee.”
    • 2021, Stacey Vanek Smith, Machiavelli for Women: Defend Your Worth, Grow Your Ambition, and Win the Workplace, Gallery Books, published 2022, →ISBN, page 124:
      “Oh, Kelsey, no, no, no. This says that you’re Publisher of Millennial Print.” “Yeah. That is my job.” “Yes. And it is a great job, and I am in constant awe of your accomplishments, but this kind of overachieving only works if you’re trying to pick up women. All right? Men don’t want to deal with your big-dick energy.” “Oh, my God! Okay. I don’t have that energy, and you’re shouting.”