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