(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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Holiday who-be what-ee?
t’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!
Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!.
HELP ME…I’m FEELING
No, no, no. I am the Grinch
The avarice never ends! “I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue
All right, you’re a reindeer. Here’s your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you’re a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-roast Beast.
You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage.
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
How dare you to enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall
Give me that! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take things that don’t belong to you? What’s the matter with you, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?
I am the Grinch that stole Christmas… and I’m sorry. Aren’t you going to cuff me? Beat me up? Blind me with pepper spray?
Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant
Your heart’s an empty hole, your brain is full of spiders
the Grinch found the strength of ten Grinches, plus two!
I tell you, Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here
I’m going to steal their Christmas
Am I just eating because I’m bored?
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear
Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been
You’re an idiot
I become Santa Clause to steal their Christmas. If he could deliver it one night, then I can steal it. What’s Santa have that I don’t?
You’re the one thing in the world I can’t stand
The Grinch: VENGEANCE! I mean… Presents… I suppose
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley
One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self-pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me – I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loa
If you utter so much as one syllable, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you’d like to fax me, press the star key
I could use a little social interaction
I know just what to do! I’ll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
