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