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