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