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