My clothing You dreamt my eyes and the blessings to the land and my brother Our land and he will step up from his hands in a tent from your land Your son your voice (plural) you will see You fell you will eat and my brothers he will rule when he called And to your name and the mountains Your hand from his clothes That was Their bread nights to her son When he stood and he will guard You watched from small When it travelled he will see my slaves and to his head We will say We fell I ate and to her head from your head and from their meat your city (pluarl) I worked You loved I will make / do when he saw with this from your blood and to her donkey we will rule Our Soul from their wine and he will go out His donkey we came and the land you will bless Our Cityt I spoke When he gave and to your son we will eat he will eat and he will give Like a bird from his trees you ate They found They went to her mama When he spoke and from their land And to his son And my Hands We went down in the morning I will sell brothers and to your hand his donkeys with money Your donkey To his head and the big ones To his name we will bless Their head They ate I will command you spoke We broke And to his hand And my sister Our King his servants The slaves and my head My Sister from your money (plural) To his Mama My clothing You dreamt my eyes and the blessings to the land and my brother Our land and he will step up from his hands in a tent from your land Your son your voice (plural) you will see You fell you will eat and my brothers he will rule when he called And to your name and the mountains Your hand from his clothes That was Their bread nights to her son When he stood and he will guard You watched from small When it travelled he will see my slaves and to his head We will say We fell I ate and to her head from your head and from their meat your city (pluarl) I worked You loved I will make / do when he saw with this from your blood and to her donkey we will rule Our Soul from their wine and he will go out His donkey we came and the land you will bless Our Cityt I spoke When he gave and to your son we will eat he will eat and he will give Like a bird from his trees you ate They found They went to her mama When he spoke and from their land And to his son And my Hands We went down in the morning I will sell brothers and to your hand his donkeys with money Your donkey To his head and the big ones To his name we will bless Their head They ate I will command you spoke We broke And to his hand And my sister Our King his servants The slaves and my head My Sister from your money (plural) To his Mama
(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.
My clothing
You dreamt
my eyes
and the blessings
to the land
and my brother
Our land
and he will step up
from his hands
in a tent
from your land
Your son
your voice (plural)
you will see
You fell
you will eat
and my brothers
he will rule
when he called
And to your name
and the mountains
Your hand
from his clothes
That was
Their bread
nights
to her son
When he stood
and he will guard
You watched
from small
When it travelled
he will see
my slaves
and to his head
We will say
We fell
I ate
and to her head
from your head
and from their meat
your city (pluarl)
I worked
You loved
I will make / do
when he saw
with this
from your blood
and to her donkey
we will rule
Our Soul
from their wine
and he will go out
His donkey
we came
and the land
you will bless
Our Cityt
I spoke
When he gave
and to your son
we will eat
he will eat
and he will give
Like a bird
from his trees
you ate
They found
They went
to her mama
When he spoke
and from their land
And to his son
And my Hands
We went down
in the morning
I will sell
brothers
and to your hand
his donkeys
with money
Your donkey
To his head
and the big ones
To his name
we will bless
Their head
They ate
I will command
you spoke
We broke
And to his hand
And my sister
Our King
his servants
The slaves
and my head
My Sister
from your money (plural)
To his Mama