An inquiry as to the nearest whereabouts of a woman of Caucasian descent, as spoken by a male of African descent; the only 7 words that a nigga knows.
Steve: Hello, Tyrone, how are you doing today?
Tyrone: Ooga Booga where da white women at?
Steve: By golly, Tyrone, do you not know how to say anything else?
Tyrone: Ooga Booga, where da white women at?
Steve: *sighs*
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)