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