That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!Stink,stank,stunk!but if Santacould do it,then socould theGrinch.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.It started inlow... thenit started togrow.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?It could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightthe Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashSantie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayThen the Whos,young and old, willsit down to a feast.And they'll feast,and they'll feast.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,You're a badbanana witha... greasyblack peel.And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.And 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.The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Your brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlicin your soulYou havetermites inyour smileEvery Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!Stink,stank,stunk!but if Santacould do it,then socould theGrinch.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.It started inlow... thenit started togrow.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?It could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightthe Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashSantie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayThen the Whos,young and old, willsit down to a feast.And they'll feast,and they'll feast.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,You're a badbanana witha... greasyblack peel.And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.And 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.The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Your brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlicin your soulYou havetermites inyour smileEvery Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,

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