Hesnarledwith asneer.I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.If I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashthe Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulbut if Santacould do it,then so couldthe Grinch.And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.You're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!It could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightYou havetermites inyour smileIt came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!And they'llplay noisygames likezoozit andkazay,This isstopnumberone!Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!Hesnarledwith asneer.I'll make aquick SantyClaus hatand a coatthe Whosdown inWhoville willall cry, "BooHoo."They'll feaston Whopudding andrare Whoroast beast.If I can't*find* areindeer, I'll*make* oneinstead.Santie Claus,why? Why areyou taking ourChristmastree? Why?the Grincheven tooktheir last canof Who hashthe Grinch'ssmall heartgrew threesizes thatdayYour brain isfull ofspiders, youhave garlic inyour soulbut if Santacould do it,then so couldthe Grinch.And the one speckof food that he leftin the house wasa crumb that waseven too small fora mouse.You're abadbananawith a...greasyblack peel.I must stopChristmasfromcoming... buthow?And he, hehimself, theGrinch -carved theroast beast.Your soul isan appallingdump-heap,Every Whodown inWhoville, thetall and thesmall, wassinging,That's onething I hate!All the noise,noise, noise,noise!It could be,perhaps, thathis shoeswere tootightYou havetermites inyour smileIt came withoutribbons!... it camewithout tags!... itcame withoutpackages, boxes,or bags!And they'llplay noisygames likezoozit andkazay,This isstopnumberone!Then the Whos,young and old, willsit down to afeast. And they'llfeast, and they'llfeast.Pooh-pooh tothe Whos!

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