And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.If I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulIt started inlow... thenit started togrow.the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashThen the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightEvery 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 so couldthe Grinch.You're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatI must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.If I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulIt started inlow... thenit started togrow.the Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashThen the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightEvery 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 so couldthe Grinch.You're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!The Grinchgot awonderful,*awful* idea!Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatI must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?

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