(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.
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
Say hello to my little friend.
A redhead with freckles. Don’t mess it up.
One thing became clear, I needed to get my own Nintendo. Fast.
A kid who thinks, how refreshing.
Video game over.
Sorry I’m late, I was on the phone with Bon Jovi.
Retainor retained.
I’m not embarrassing. May’s dad is embarrassing.
This is a life skill, people. Like cursive.
There was no second place when it came to Nintendo.
Is modern technology going to take over our lives?
Apparently, video games have been doing all sorts of strange things to kids in Japan.
The power glove sucked.
You’re just a sad little bully.
I always have a good Christmas.
One woman punched a grandma right in the throat.
Put it under your armpits for 2 minutes. It will thaw out.
No boots, no field trip.
Each one of us in that basement knew we were about to witness history.
And there she was, glistening in all her plastic glory.
He was a magician. He was a hero. He was my dad.
Mikey was tough, tenacious, and was allowed to watch R-rated movies, and it showed.
It looks like Tupperware.
Tonight, I was a man on a mission.
No sucking on the soda pop.
Any of you huddled masses care for some Nintendo?
That TV landed on her like a house on a witch.
She bought it. Someone believed me.
It was the end of Nintendo.
It was like winning more school.
Christmas was dead to me now.
Your mom used a coupon again?
I’ve become one with Nintendo.
I know this year is a little bit different, but you can still have a good Christmas.
What do you have a learning disability or something?
Don’t negotiate with terrorists.
Forget your sister, Jake. She’s useless.
You know how you meet someone and you have no idea they have money? Timmy Keen is the opposite of that.
Who wants a piece of this delicious strawberry cake?
What can I tell you? It was the ’80s; stuff got real.
