the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdaythe Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashYou're a badbanana witha... greasyblack peel.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightI'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatIf I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.And the one speckof food that he leftin the house was acrumb that waseven too small fora mouse.Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to a feast.And they'll feast,and they'll feast.but if Santacould do it,then socould theGrinch.It started inlow... thenit started togrow.It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Stink,stank,stunk!The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!Your brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlicin your soulThey'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdaythe Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashYou're a badbanana witha... greasyblack peel.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightI'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatIf I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.And the one speckof food that he leftin the house was acrumb that waseven too small fora mouse.Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to a feast.And they'll feast,and they'll feast.but if Santacould do it,then socould theGrinch.It started inlow... thenit started togrow.It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Stink,stank,stunk!The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!Your brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlicin your soulThey'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.

GRINCH ME! - Call List

(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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  1. the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day
  2. the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash
  3. You're a bad banana with a... greasy black peel.
  4. You have termites in your smile
  5. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight
  6. I'll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
  7. If I can't *find* a reindeer, I'll *make* one instead.
  8. And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
  9. Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a feast. And they'll feast, and they'll feast.
  10. but if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
  11. It started in low... then it started to grow.
  12. It came without ribbons!... it came without tags!... it came without packages, boxes, or bags!
  13. Your soul is an appalling dump-heap,
  14. the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, "Boo Hoo."
  15. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing,
  16. And he, he himself, the Grinch - carved the roast beast.
  17. Pooh-pooh to the Whos!
  18. Stink, stank, stunk!
  19. The Grinch got a wonderful, *awful* idea!
  20. Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?
  21. I must stop Christmas from coming... but how?
  22. That's one thing I hate! All the noise, noise, noise, noise!
  23. Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul
  24. They'll feast on Who pudding and rare Who roast beast.