You roasted ox with pudding in his belly Thou knotty- pated fool Thou clay- brained guts Thou cream faced loon Thou art as loathsome as a toad. Thou bolting- hutch of beastliness Thou lily- liver’d boy Thou art as fat as butter Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous Thou Dost infect my eyes Thou are pigeon- liver’d and lack gall that stuffed cloak-bag of guts Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage Thou swollen parcel of dropsies I come near your beauty with my nails Every man should beat thee I was searching for a fool, when I found you Thou Crusty Batch of Nature Thine face is not worth sunburning. Thou poisonous bunch- back’d toad Peace, ye fat guts! Thou art a flesh- monger Thou smell of Mountain goat You roasted ox with pudding in his belly Thou knotty- pated fool Thou clay- brained guts Thou cream faced loon Thou art as loathsome as a toad. Thou bolting- hutch of beastliness Thou lily- liver’d boy Thou art as fat as butter Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous Thou Dost infect my eyes Thou are pigeon- liver’d and lack gall that stuffed cloak-bag of guts Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage Thou swollen parcel of dropsies I come near your beauty with my nails Every man should beat thee I was searching for a fool, when I found you Thou Crusty Batch of Nature Thine face is not worth sunburning. Thou poisonous bunch- back’d toad Peace, ye fat guts! Thou art a flesh- monger Thou smell of Mountain goat
(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.
You roasted ox with pudding in his belly
Thou knotty-pated fool
Thou clay-brained guts
Thou cream faced loon
Thou art as loathsome as a toad.
Thou bolting-hutch of beastliness
Thou lily-liver’d boy
Thou art as fat as butter
Thou art like a toad; ugly and venomous
Thou Dost infect my eyes
Thou are pigeon-liver’d and lack gall
that stuffed cloak-bag of guts
Thy faith faith is like a stewed prune
Your brain is as dry as biscuit after a voyage
Thou swollen parcel of dropsies
I come near your beauty with my nails
Every man should beat thee
I was searching for a fool, when I found you
Thou Crusty Batch of Nature
Thine face is not worth sunburning.
Thou poisonous bunch-back’d toad
Peace, ye fat guts!
Thou art a flesh-monger
Thou smell of Mountain goat