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