(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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Am I just eating because I’m bored?
Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store
I tell you, Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here
And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-roast Beast.
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
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
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
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?
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been
You’re an idiot
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
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?
How dare you to enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall
Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
I’m going to steal their Christmas
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
HELP ME…I’m FEELING
t’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!
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