We've been living in this old house for a few months, and I think it's rather ghostly.
Cashier number eight was whizzing right along.
In this case, 'weird' meant unique, interesting, and wonderfully strange.
“Hey Charles!” he said. God, he sounded so much like Ned Ryerson, I started looking around for a deep puddle.
"I eat sailors like you for breakfast."
This really weird thing about American football and older English people happened.