soft touch and softer words the land of big love if you can wait a while the lake where I was baptized all in white top secret besos the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks hands clasped in fervent prayer the brick wall that punched me back mud baths in the name of becoming clean promises left full of yearning a deal struck in the dead of night the cherry tree that looked like God "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home" neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails the long, long, looooong way around towering cacti, regal and terrifying grave debts unreconciled burnt tortillas and untouched beans tongues never gifted me by my Mother "te amo mucho, mijito" rough brown hands toiling mid-day soft touch and serrated words sudden showers of silver rain pick-up trucks and plywood beds treasure under my nana's porch soft touch and softer words the land of big love if you can wait a while the lake where I was baptized all in white top secret besos the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks hands clasped in fervent prayer the brick wall that punched me back mud baths in the name of becoming clean promises left full of yearning a deal struck in the dead of night the cherry tree that looked like God "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home" neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails the long, long, looooong way around towering cacti, regal and terrifying grave debts unreconciled burnt tortillas and untouched beans tongues never gifted me by my Mother "te amo mucho, mijito" rough brown hands toiling mid-day soft touch and serrated words sudden showers of silver rain pick-up trucks and plywood beds treasure under my nana's porch
(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.
soft touch and softer words
the land of big love if you can wait a while
the lake where I was baptized all in white
top secret besos
the horror-show of fire-scorched sidewalks
hands clasped in fervent prayer
the brick wall that punched me back
mud baths in the name of becoming clean
promises left full of yearning
a deal struck in the dead of night
the cherry tree that looked like God
"I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home"
neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails
the long, long, looooong way around
towering cacti, regal and terrifying
grave debts unreconciled
burnt tortillas and untouched beans
tongues never gifted me by my Mother
"te amo mucho, mijito"
rough brown hands toiling mid-day
soft touch and serrated words
sudden showers of silver rain
pick-up trucks and plywood beds
treasure under my nana's porch