(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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A shocking marriage of convenience takes place within your social circle two-thirds of the way in.
Everyone in the neighborhood, including your mother, has ranked you and your sisters in order of hotness.
A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte
Your father is absolutely terrible with money. No one has ever told him this.
You attempt to befriend someone slightly above or slightly below you social station and are soundly punished.
Someone disagreeable is trying to persuade you to take a trip to Bath.
Someone disagreeable tries to persuade you to join a game of cards.
A picnic has gone horribly wrong.
A member of the armed forces has revealed himself to be morally deficient.
You have one friend; he is thirty, does business with your father, and you are going to marry him someday.
All of your dresses look like nightgowns.
You say something arch yet generous about another woman both younger and richer than you.
You are in a garden and you are astonished.
Someone you know has fallen ill. Not melodramatically ill just interestingly so
A girl you have only just met tell you a secret, and you despise her for it.
A woman in an absurd hat is mean to you; there is nothing you can do.
You once took a walk with a cad.
A woman who is not your mother treats you like her daughter. Your actual mother is dead or ridiculous.
A man proposes to you, then to another, lesser woman when you politely spurn him.
You develop a resentment at a public dance.
You have become exceedingly ashamed of what your conduct has been.
There are three men in your life: one true love, one tempting but rakish acquaintance, and a third distant possibility.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It's yours.
A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.