(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.
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
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
Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant
t’s because I’m green, isn’t it?!
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?
And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-roast Beast.
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage.
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?
The Grinch: VENGEANCE! I mean… Presents… I suppose
I could use a little social interaction
I know just what to do! I’ll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat
Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I just noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear
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
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?
HELP ME…I’m FEELING
Holiday who-be what-ee?
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.
Am I just eating because I’m bored?
the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.
Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!.
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
I tell you, Max, I don’t know why I ever leave this place. I’ve got all the company I need right here
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
That is not a chew toy. You have no idea where it’s been
How dare you to enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall
Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store
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
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what’s the meaning of Christmas?
Your heart’s an empty hole, your brain is full of spiders
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
the Grinch found the strength of ten Grinches, plus two!
