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