(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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But very much appreciated
They were all very much the same. Nothing ever changed. You changed
Thank you for making me a part of this
You will love business
(Minstrel gets hit in the face)
Today? Today is Christmas Day
I fell down the chimney and landed on a flaming hot goose
That they are, what they are. Do not blame me
Just hold on
It’s for dramatic emphasis
Perhaps I’ve never understood about Christmas
Mother always taught me, never eat singing food
Frostbitten teddy bears
I fear you more than any specter I have yet met.
A life can be made right
Your salvation then
God save my little broken body
Throw the fish away
I will hold you close in a thankful heart
God Bless us, everyone
Such a meager feast
This is Fozziwig’s old rubber chicken factory
Remember don’t tip the driver
Very well, you may gift wrap them
No no no, that’s the frogs idea
Even the vegetables don’t like him
I’ve been meaning to fix that shelf
If they prize for being mean, the winner would be him
It’s true wherever you find love it feels like Christmas
I will live my life in the past, the present, and the future
The Marleys were dead, to begin with
AND BADLY DRESSED
Why is it so quiet spirit?
You did, once
I’m being stolen. Help me, Help me!
I told you, story tellers are omniscient
No cheeses for us meeses
Say, do you know that fruit is wax?
UNEMPLOYED
He’s got him there the old boy’s speechless
And Tiny Tim, who did not die
This is the night before the dawn before the day of Christmas
Hoity-toity Mr. Godlike Smartypants
There’s more of gravy than the grave about you
And I am about to raise you right of the pavement
Light the lamp not the rat
COME IN AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN
HEATWAVE
Spirit what is that light? It cannot be dawn. It is the past
WHEN THE BELL TOLLS ONE!!!
I don’t pay extra for the warmth you know?
The founder of the feast indeed
You can fit through those bars?
No, it’s alright. This is culture
After all there’s only one more sleep till Christmas
You can bet he would be sour
It is the American way! Oh. It is the British way
Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it.
Well I’m USUALLY trustworthy
If he’s going to die he’d better do it
If you need to to know the measure of a man you simply count his friends
