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