What is "whoopee"

Usage examples of "whoopee".

At the other booths sit lone disconsolate men with the pink, apologetic eyes and the faintly grimy shirts and shiny ties of bookkeepers, and a few battered couples making the most Friday-night whoopee they can afford, and some trios of off-duty whores.

She sat there for several minutes, and then, with a loud whoopee, she slapped her hat against the rump of her mount and rode thundering down the familiar street, riding hard until the town was far behind her.

Blazing Breechclouts, Tender is the Tepee, Whoopee Warrior and all the rest.

Whole lot of whoopee going on back then, flappers flapping, drunk on bathtub gin, ladies holding on to their brimless cloche hats as they indulged in the new sport of motoring.

The saws are run by airmotors, making whoopee noises but with low fire danger.

Come in and have some orange juice,' I said, for it is to that muck that he confines himself whilst making whoopee.

I guessed she and Sam had been out in the woods making whoopee, before they heard the crowd.

And a solitary troepie making whoopee with Shaw's bloody daughter.

Three balls for a dollar, and whoever scores on the target makes Brown fall on the biggest, loudest, smelliest whoopee cushion ever put out by the Ack-Mee Novelty Company!

No one would have believed, before a pair of simian hands had worked on the project, that something like Doinov's romantic Prelude in G could be rescored for Whoopee Cushion and Squashed Rabbits.

It wasBlake who owned a whoopee cushion that emittedrude noises when sat upon.

Mr Wintler, a man of the variety that thinks a whoopee cushion is the last word in repartee, was not the kind to let a mere freezing reception stand in his way.

Not looking behind her, Cameron collapsed heavily on to a whoopee cushion which Tab had slipped on to her chair, and which let out a succession of noisy farts.

Believing that Zeus, or Odin, or Shiva could find themselves on the cosmic whoopee cushion every now and then just like Uncle Cheng probably made the night seem a little less dark, the vastness of space and time a smidgen less overbearing.

Beverly Marsh had shown up around three o'clock, wearing faded jeans and toting a very old Daisy air rifle that had lost most of its pop - when you pulled its tape-wrapped trigger, it uttered a wheeze that sounded to Richie more like someone sitting on a very old Whoopee Cushion than a rifleshot.