Ray Goes for His Vocabulary Lesson

Ray, I want you to use the spell, feckless, in a sentence.

All righty then, Ms. Merriam. Er. The feckless lady or gentleman lacks feck.

Very good Ray.

Thank ye, Ms. Merriam.

Later.

So Ray, ye didn’t rat me out on the grasshopper torture, did ye.

Noper. I had no feck on all that.

You were entirely feckless then?

Yepper. That feck was all my sister’s doing. Somehow, she must have figured out what you were up to, or maybe Lleu Llaw squeaked. Then she devised that cruel feck. Sorry Crumby, I couldn’t save ye any apricot fried pie. I was feckless in that regard.

That’s OK, bosom companion. Sigh! All that torture had a feck on my appetite anyway. In fact, I am still fecked up. Plus, Lleu Llaw didn’t squeak. He would have, maybe, but he never got the chance. You must be right. Rayetta probably used some arcane magic to find out about the very minimal grasshopper torture I was contemplating. Then, while she was still really pissed off at me, she devised the torture session, the lingering fecks of which, still have me fecked up.

Uh. Crumby, I am not sure fecked is a verb.

Sure it is Ray.

Noper. I don’t think fecked is a real verb, Crumby. Plus, the way ye are using fecked is confusing. I am not sure a person can be, fecked up, sensibly.

Well Ray. I am too fecked up to argue. I know. Next time you go for your vocabulary lesson, I shall go too. Then we can ask Ms. Merriam. Ms. Merriam shall know what’s fecked up.

All righty then.

All righty then.