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