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