The slimy, sticky surface of the eel Education is your ticket to success The sun was a spotlight on my face The bumpy, right underside The sun was like a beacon of hope His is a witty guy The tree was a giant blocking my way That just came out of the blue A resounding thunder of shouts His fingers danced across the page The sharp, pungent stench That kid has ants in his pants Her binder was as heavy as a brick His hair was as red as the camp fire He has a chip in his shoulder The honeyed, candy-like after-taste The waves bid me goodbye The delightfully sweet aroma I have a million things do to today The wind whispered in my ear What a gorgeous hat you are wearing That car costs a bazillion dollars The sour, bitter lemon The lilting song of a soprano The slimy, sticky surface of the eel Education is your ticket to success The sun was a spotlight on my face The bumpy, right underside The sun was like a beacon of hope His is a witty guy The tree was a giant blocking my way That just came out of the blue A resounding thunder of shouts His fingers danced across the page The sharp, pungent stench That kid has ants in his pants Her binder was as heavy as a brick His hair was as red as the camp fire He has a chip in his shoulder The honeyed, candy-like after-taste The waves bid me goodbye The delightfully sweet aroma I have a million things do to today The wind whispered in my ear What a gorgeous hat you are wearing That car costs a bazillion dollars The sour, bitter lemon The lilting song of a soprano
(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.
The slimy, sticky surface of the eel
Education is your ticket to success
The sun was a spotlight on my face
The bumpy, right underside
The sun was like a beacon of hope
His is a witty guy
The tree was a giant blocking my way
That just came out of the blue
A resounding thunder of shouts
His fingers danced across the page
The sharp, pungent stench
That kid has ants in his pants
Her binder was as heavy as a brick
His hair was as red as the camp fire
He has a chip in his shoulder
The honeyed, candy-like after-taste
The waves bid me goodbye
The delightfully sweet aroma
I have a million things do to today
The wind whispered in my ear
What a gorgeous hat you are wearing
That car costs a bazillion dollars
The sour, bitter lemon
The lilting song of a soprano