I am at work, crying with laughter over “there is no god only Amelia Bedelia.”

I’m crying

“Oh, Amelia!” laughed Mr. Rogers.
“When I said ‘make the bed’, I didn’t mean THAT!”




“Amelia, when will you learn?” said Mr. Rogers.
“That…that’s not what I meant by ‘nail clippers.”

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“AMELIA, THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT BY ‘BABY
SHOWER, DEAR GOD!” cried Mr. Rogers.



He wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
“Bring me my armchair, I think I’m going to faint.”


“Oh…oh god, Amelia,” stammered Mr. Rogers as he backed up.
“Where did you get the arms for that chair-”





He stopped before finishing the sentence.
“N-no, don’t answer that, I just need a brainstorm session to-”






































“No, Amelia,” pleaded Mr. Rogers as Amelia Bedelia marched
obediently onward.
“Please no!”


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Ms: Rogers realized what hod said!


“NOOOOOO0OOOOO!” wailed Mr. Rogers in eldritch horror.







It was too late. The deed was done.
There is no god. Only Amelia Bedelia.

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