(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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I’m the boss of bosses, I lead the SDS ship but I’m not the captain.
I’m the last stop for parts on their way, I check every label, and measure each weight, ensuring they’re ready before it’s too late.
I offer a private haven, a desk to temporarily call your own. On today's adventure, my walls hold secrets but reveal no answers.
Stuck on powder? I’m a blast! With adjustable height your back will last.
I manage the Itasca supplies and keep things in stock. I solve little problems, keep the rooms booked tight, ensuring the office runs smoothly, day and night.
I’m a space for minds to meet, where ideas and plans take a seat. Ten can gather, but no more, to brainstorm, chat, and close the door.
I’m small and discreet, but hold great power, press me gently to open the hour. With a simple touch, I make it clear, I welcome you in when you’re near.
I stand tall and proud, a showcase so fine. Each piece a testament, a craft divine. With colors and shapes that catch the eye.
I call out when visitors arrive, a quick hello without being alive. Press me once, and you’ll be heard, I welcome guests without a word.
When production is running, and the visitors are coming, bring them in front of me & I’ll show them how we be.
When the part is made, I’m the last stop to say if it’s up to par to see the light of day.
Use my dremel and sander as the last stop before QC takes a gander.
I print from liquid, my volume’s huge, I house Batman when not in use.
I’m fed but never full, I work with a hum. My mouth is ink, my food is white, I multiply your thoughts with black and light
I’m not a wall of fame, I’m not a wall of shame, but I am a wall to teach you the fails of the past.
You spill your drink, tear off a sheet, and watch me do my part, cleaning up quickly with a strong, soft heart. If I run out, you’ll find more of me here.