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