(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.
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I’m not embarrassing. May’s dad is embarrassing.
No sucking on the soda pop.
It looks like Tupperware.
No boots, no field trip.
Tonight, I was a man on a mission.
One thing became clear, I needed to get my own Nintendo. Fast.
The power glove sucked.
Mikey was tough, tenacious, and was allowed to watch R-rated movies, and it showed.
That TV landed on her like a house on a witch.
Apparently, video games have been doing all sorts of strange things to kids in Japan.
For a minute there, I thought it was a Nintendo.
Who wants a piece of this delicious strawberry cake?
Put it under your armpits for 2 minutes. It will thaw out.
The Olsens are weak stock.
Retainor retained.
She bought it. Someone believed me.
A redhead with freckles. Don’t mess it up.
Each one of us in that basement knew we were about to witness history.
It was the end of Nintendo.
A kid who thinks, how refreshing.
One woman punched a grandma right in the throat.
Any of you huddled masses care for some Nintendo?
You know how you meet someone and you have no idea they have money? Timmy Keen is the opposite of that.
What do you have a learning disability or something?
There was no second place when it came to Nintendo.
Don’t negotiate with terrorists.
Say hello to my little friend.
This is a life skill, people. Like cursive.
I know this year is a little bit different, but you can still have a good Christmas.
Enough with the dee-doo’s.
Christmas was dead to me now.
It was like winning more school.
Video game over.
Forget your sister, Jake. She’s useless.
He was a magician. He was a hero. He was my dad.
You’re just a sad little bully.
I’ve become one with Nintendo.
Is modern technology going to take over our lives?
What can I tell you? It was the ’80s; stuff got real.
And there she was, glistening in all her plastic glory.
