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

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