But hey, we don’t need to leave it at just God. Over the years I’ve heard such colorful variations as “Sweet Enola Gay,” “Sweet Mother of Pearl,” “Sweet Georgia Brown (although delightfully unrelated),” or even “Sweet Marry-Anne Marie!”
Heck, you could probably just make up your own. How about “Sweet Sweaters on a Sweat-hog” for you country folk? Feel free to do better ya damn Ala-freakin-banians! As long as you are surprised, the sky’s the limit.
What the hell?
I don’t think I’m going to complain about this one. How often do we get an ad lib version of a phrase? Just embrace the ooey gooey wonderfulness that is this phrase. See how creative you can be. Not you though, Timmy Morganson of 742 Northwillow Road, Sheepton, Massachusetts. You suck.
So which one of these is the original? According to some guy who talked to my friend’s, roommate’s, drug-dealer’s, parakeet; the Catholics started it with “Sweet Mary, Mother of God” typically followed by the finger crossing thing to ward off people like me. So naturally, the non-Catholics take the phrase and mold it into something a bit more universal. Everybody wins!