(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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It was clear that she had been camping before, as she knew exactly what to do.
She was dressed too fancy for the casual restaurant.
He got nervous when he heard footsteps following behind him.
He looked like he’d been up all night studying for the test.
She pretended to like the earrings, but she actually thought they were ugly.
It was obvious that she had a crush on the barista.
She loved movies, but she had a hard time coping with real life.
For a five-year-old, he was very intelligent.
It was a bright spring day.
He liked to joke around. If he could make someone else laugh, he felt accomplished.
She tossed and turned, but couldn’t fall asleep.
The living room was homey and comfortable.
He was scared when the plane started to take off.
Their apartment was new and fancy-looking.
She was embarrassed whenever she had to speak in front of a crowd.
The kitchen was messy after they baked the cupcakes.
She was always overprepared for work meetings.
She would always give her children everything they wanted.
Every time she thought about her vacation, she was excited all over again.
She missed her sister every day.
The island was beautiful, with lots of tropical trees and flowers.
He was impatient as he waited for his last appointment to show up.
He pretended he wasn’t scared of the movie, but he was.
The dinner party was awkward because none of the guests knew each other.
He didn’t notice anything around him because he was so into the music in his AirPods.
She knew the answer, but she didn’t want to say it out loud because she was self-conscious.
She hated her roommate and criticized everything she did.
It was a hot summer afternoon.
She was not a good friend.
His texts were always dry and uninteresting.
She was always professional and polite, but never too friendly.
Her husband refused to do any work around the house, so she had to do everything.
He was really bad at playing the guitar, but she had to pretend she was enjoying it.
Gardening was the only thing that made her feel alive anymore.