The weirdsome sculpture in the courtyard seemed to whisper secrets to anyone who paused long enough.

At the comic-con afterparty, a group of weirdos started an impromptu dance-off that everyone ended up loving.

At the costume party, everyone whispered about the two weirdoes who kept rearranging the furniture.

Everyone at the party kept calling him a weirdo, but he didn't seem to mind.

That was the weirdest sound I've ever heard.

The new art exhibit was weirder than I expected, but I couldn't stop looking at it.

The old house smelled, weirdly, of cinnamon and lemon, as if someone had tried to erase years of dust with spices.

By the end of the trip, the landscape had weirdened beyond recognition.

The new sculpture kept weirdening the visitors, who didn't know how to react.

Her presence weirdens the whole neighborhood.