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