Hesnarledwith asneer.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashIf I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?And they'llplay noisygames likezoozit andkazay,It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.but if Santacould do it,then so couldthe Grinch.And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightThis isstopnumberone!the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulYou're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!Hesnarledwith asneer.They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashIf I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?And they'llplay noisygames likezoozit andkazay,It came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.but if Santacould do it,then so couldthe Grinch.And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.You havetermites inyour smileIt could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightThis isstopnumberone!the Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulYou're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,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. He snarled with a sneer.
  2. They'll feast on Who pudding and rare Who roast beast.
  3. I'll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
  4. the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, "Boo Hoo."
  5. the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash
  6. If I can't *find* a reindeer, I'll *make* one instead.
  7. I must stop Christmas from coming... but how?
  8. And they'll play noisy games like zoozit and kazay,
  9. It came without ribbons!... it came without tags!... it came without packages, boxes, or bags!
  10. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing,
  11. And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
  12. but if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
  13. And he, he himself, the Grinch - carved the roast beast.
  14. Pooh-pooh to the Whos!
  15. Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?
  16. Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a feast. And they'll feast, and they'll feast.
  17. You have termites in your smile
  18. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight
  19. This is stop number one!
  20. the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day
  21. Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul
  22. You're a bad banana with a... greasy black peel.
  23. Your soul is an appalling dump-heap,
  24. That's one thing I hate! All the noise, noise, noise, noise!