Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune Every man should beat thee Thou are pigeon- liver’d and lack gall Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous Thou art a flesh- monger Thou art as loathsome as a toad. I was searching for a fool, when I found you that stuffed cloak-bag of guts Thine face is not worth sunburning. Thou Crusty Batch of Nature Thou poisonous bunch- back’d toad Thou Dost infect my eyes I come near your beauty with my nails Thou smell of Mountain goat Peace, ye fat guts! Thou lily- liver’d boy Thou knotty- pated fool Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage Thou swollen parcel of dropsies Thou art as fat as butter Thou cream faced loon You roasted ox with pudding in his belly Thou bolting- hutch of beastliness Thou clay- brained guts Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune Every man should beat thee Thou are pigeon- liver’d and lack gall Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous Thou art a flesh- monger Thou art as loathsome as a toad. I was searching for a fool, when I found you that stuffed cloak-bag of guts Thine face is not worth sunburning. Thou Crusty Batch of Nature Thou poisonous bunch- back’d toad Thou Dost infect my eyes I come near your beauty with my nails Thou smell of Mountain goat Peace, ye fat guts! Thou lily- liver’d boy Thou knotty- pated fool Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage Thou swollen parcel of dropsies Thou art as fat as butter Thou cream faced loon You roasted ox with pudding in his belly Thou bolting- hutch of beastliness Thou clay- brained guts
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune
Every man should beat thee
Thou are pigeon-liver’d and lack gall
Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous
Thou art a flesh-monger
Thou art as loathsome as a toad.
I was searching for a fool, when I found you
that stuffed cloak-bag of guts
Thine face is not worth sunburning.
Thou Crusty Batch of Nature
Thou poisonous bunch-back’d toad
Thou Dost infect my eyes
I come near your beauty with my nails
Thou smell of Mountain goat
Peace, ye fat guts!
Thou lily-liver’d boy
Thou knotty-pated fool
Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage
Thou swollen parcel of dropsies
Thou art as fat as butter
Thou cream faced loon
You roasted ox with pudding in his belly
Thou bolting-hutch of beastliness
Thou clay-brained guts