(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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And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-roast Beast.
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
t’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!
Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store
I’m going to steal their Christmas
I tell you, Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here
HELP ME…I’m FEELING
One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
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?
Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!.
That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
I know just what to do! I’ll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
You’re an idiot
the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant
You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage.
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.
Your heart’s an empty hole, your brain is full of spiders
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?
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
How dare you to enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You’re the one thing in the world I can’t stand
Am I just eating because I’m bored?
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?
Holiday who-be what-ee?
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