(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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Jo's grin stretched from New York City to Los Angeles.
Eleanor finally lured Alex into her web.
The hands on the clock have outrun me today.
This room is so cold it is like we are in a refrigerator.
The rough wool sweater scratched against her neck with tiny prickles of irritation.
The Scotsman answered, "Aye, I’ll be headin' doon the loch come mornin', if the weather holds."
The crimson sun melted behind the jagged silhouette of the mountains, painting the sky with streaks of gold and violet.
My brother's snores are louder than a freight train.
My stomach growled, but I wasn't hungry at all.
Basketball coaches want players as tall as giraffes.
Fireworks exploded in splashes of neon, each crack and sizzle lighting the night sky and rattling in her chest.
The room filled with a deafening silence.
Ben is a machine in the weight room.
Don't trust Sam; he's very economical with the truth.
Rain glazed the pavement in sheets of silver, the cool droplets tapping gently against her bare arms.
This rain makes me think I need to build an ark.
I'm currently between jobs.
Max made the mix of mulch and manure.
The hum of electricity filled the control room.
The man answered, "We gon' take the boat out by the bayou 'fore the sun sets, cher."
The planets waltzed in their orbits.
My brother won the spelling bee; he's such an Einstein.
Only the old understand what it means to be young.
Even diamonds are jealous of your beauty.
Kip asked, "Blimey, mate, that bloke’s off his rocker, innit?"
She's as stealthy as a lion tracking prey.
Her lips were blooming roses.
The vast ocean of the future stretched out before me.
The snow-covered hills looked like fluffy pillows.
I love my genuine imitation Gucci purse.
He made one 3-point shot and thinks he's Steph Curry.
My sister is a foolish genius.
My backpack weighs a ton.
The rain was indifferent to the parade schedule.
Mom said, "She done gone up yonder to fetch some firewood afore supper."
We heard rumors that she was "in the family way" and her husband might not be the father.
I don't like the twanging guitars of country music.
Go ahead, ask me anything. I'm like Google over here.
