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

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