Try again. Fail again. Fail better We are all born mad, some remain so Dance first. Think later. I could tell you more about radishes I grow gnomic. It is the last phase The only sin is the sin of being born I can’t go on. I’ll go on You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that. Birth was the death of him Either I forget immediately or I never forget What do I know about a man’s destiny? The only sin is the sin of being born I’d throw it out of the window. Habit is a great deadener In the landscape of extinction on silence and nothingness Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. precision is next to godliness Every word is like an unnecessary stain It’s the natural order If I could control my body My anger subsides, I’d like to pee That’s the way I am Nothing is funnier than unhappiness Try again. Fail again. Fail better We are all born mad, some remain so Dance first. Think later. I could tell you more about radishes I grow gnomic. It is the last phase The only sin is the sin of being born I can’t go on. I’ll go on You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that. Birth was the death of him Either I forget immediately or I never forget What do I know about a man’s destiny? The only sin is the sin of being born I’d throw it out of the window. Habit is a great deadener In the landscape of extinction on silence and nothingness Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. precision is next to godliness Every word is like an unnecessary stain It’s the natural order If I could control my body My anger subsides, I’d like to pee That’s the way I am Nothing is funnier than unhappiness
(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.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better
We are all born mad, some remain so
Dance first. Think later.
I could tell you more about radishes
I grow gnomic. It is the last phase
The only sin is the sin of being born
I can’t go on. I’ll go on
You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.
Birth was the death of him
Either I forget immediately or I never forget
What do I know about a man’s destiny?
The only sin is the sin of being born
I’d throw it out of the window.
Habit is a great deadener
In the landscape of extinction
on silence and nothingness
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
precision is next to godliness
Every word is like an unnecessary stain
It’s the natural order
If I could control my body
My anger subsides, I’d like to pee
That’s the way I am
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness