crazy ***
mad BrE ** , also: cray AmE informal , also: cray cray AmE informal , also: crazy-ass slang

Everyone has a first experience, and half of them are crazy.

Why else would I be such a crazy human being?

Later on, they both went a little crazy at times.

Or at least they're trying like crazy to come back.

She is still crazy about him after all these years.

On the other hand, he is not crazy about the food.

But even a crazy story should make sense on its own terms.

I lost the game the other day on a crazy play.

I just looked at her as if she were crazy.

The two of them were never crazy about each other.

The family all thought he was crazy for a long time.

You'd have to be crazy not to take a break.

We all turned to look at him as though he were crazy.

She has never done a crazy thing in her life.

I did think the day 4 was a bit too crazy.

What time will things start getting crazy in the morning?

We were just getting set up when things went crazy.

And they would look at him like he was crazy.

Well, I was more than a little crazy in those days.

I had to do some crazy things to get their attention.

They were talking about whether she was crazy or not.

The story made sense in a crazy kind of way.

In a crazy way, I still wanted to be his girl.

Everything was going crazy in her mind, making no sense.

The rest of the building's women thought she was crazy.

If I turned right, my wife would get mad at me.

By the end of the month, she was just mad.

I'll be really mad if I make an easy out.

How can you get mad at someone who's trying so hard?

I can tell when my wife is mad at me.

"I just have to try to not do anything to make him mad at me."

"I wanted to talk to her because he would have been mad at me."

He gave me a look as if I were mad.

The other two were mad for the rest of their lives.

They must be mad to take on someone with her record.

Ask them and they'll say the world has gone mad.

He would be mad to try and change his way of life now.

Let me not be mad, she thought, in the street outside the public house.

The man looked at him as if he was mad.

If I say one of them is right, the other will be mad at me.

If only he could understand why his father was always mad at him.

Not every day, but often enough to make him mad.

But people who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

And finally one of us asked her what she was so mad about.

Now I saw why my father had called me mad.

Everything felt real, but maybe he'd just gone mad and taken everyone else with him.

Both men were looking at her as though she'd gone mad.

He would be known as the King who was mad.

And stop looking at me as though I were mad.

I'm mad at him for what he did to you.