Someone deranged and possibly dangerous

Usage examples of looney.

Father Looney, the old priest who said these low-status masses, was notoriously crotchety and eccentric.

While Father Looney was in the sacristy, tugging his vestments on with impatient grunts, I would enter alone and genuflect as I passed before the tabernacle lamp.

I shook the little silver bell as Father Looney elevated the Eucharist, I tried to make the movement invisible, hoping that some of the celebrants might think the tinkle of the bell was a magic accompaniment to the miracle of transubstantiation.

Father Looney was always impatient to get away as soon as mass was over, so he never stood outside the entrance, harvesting compliments and bestowing blessings.

Father Looney suffered from bouts of palsy that made his hand tremble uncontrollably, causing his nicotine-yellow fingernail to click against my front teeth as he gave me the wafer.

Could I tell Father Looney that his altar boy had been fantasizing about making love with a nun?

Father Looney told me to make a good Act of Contrition, and he gave me a milder penance than I had anticipated, just a little bouquet of Hail, Marys and a few Our Fathers.

For a second I considered tucking up my robe and running out of the church to avoid the eternal damnation that is the sure and just punishment for sacrilege, but Father Looney was holding the wafer out, frowning with impatience, so I opened my mouth and took it.

Father Looney along the communion rail, holding the paten beneath the chins of the old women while the damning wafer melted against the roof of my mouth, and the heads of the spinster sisters shook in helpless pity for a soul forever lost.

Father Looney and our down-market salvation stall have a quality of impressionistic caricature about them, but I have written what I find in my memory.

Properties belonging to the communion of humanity, from which fellowship a Looney was somehow cut off by 238,000 miles of physical separation.

Large Looney was shaking with rage, his mighty beer gut wobbling to and fro like the waves on a beautiful moonlit Caribbean beach.

Large Looney was too furious to recognize an example of outright hilarity when he saw it, and proceeded to kick his partner in the side.

Large Looney stared at it for a long moment, and then touched the blade to my shoulder anyway.

Small Looney fell to the floor, shrieking and scooting away from the chainsaw as if it were alive and might stampede after him like a wild predator.