(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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forgetting sunscreen and regretting my life
responding “lol” to everything serious
pretending I like hiking just to drink outside
joining group chats and muting them
drinking wine like water and calling it “elevated”
sipping slowly and spiraling quickly
BBQ-hopping like it’s a competitive sport
playing drinking games like I’m still 21
updating my location to “poolside”
forgetting my limits... again
RSVP-ing to everything and regretting it instantly
starting the party with sunscreen and ending with regret
caught between cocktails and consequences
casually turning red in the sun and pretending it’s a glow
laughing at my own jokes and dancing offbeat
posting cryptic sunset captions
sipping anything except water
redefining “hydration” with tequila
adding “poolside therapist” to my résumé
surviving solely on poolside snacks
sipping something neon and questionable
showing up late with iced coffee and no guilt
drinking out of a mason jar for the aesthetic
mistaking karaoke confidence for talent
bringing chaos to the cookout
dancing to songs I don’t know the words to
proud of nothing but my drink in hand
drinking on patios like I own them
canceling plans to “rest” and then going out
switching to “vacation mode” with zero travel booked
calling margaritas “self-care”
having regrets… but later
out of office, out of money
tanning, planning, and not executing
becoming the fun aunt/uncle/cousin friend
being too much in the best way possible
sunscreen in one hand, seltzer in the other
suffering for the outfit
switching from coffee to cocktails like a pro
flirting with strangers and fate
saying “this is my summer” and doing nothing
running on coffee, chaos, and canned cocktails
drinking fruity things and feeling deep things
mixing SPF with vodka by accident
letting tequila make the decisions
posting vacation pics I took last year
staying cool and mildly reckless
trying to live, laugh, love on three hours of sleep
buying floaties I’ll never use
embracing SPF and sass
pretending 3 drinks is “pacing myself”
saying “just one drink” and lying
showing up for the drinks, staying for the drama
pretending frozen daiquiris are health smoothies
using “it's summer” to justify everything
RSVP-ing yes and ghosting the group chat
swimming through stress with a cocktail floaty
asking “is it hot in here or just my poor choices?”
leaving early but saying I’ll stay forever
spending all my money on cocktails with umbrellas
developing a complex over tan lines
building sandcastles and emotional walls
chasing vibes, not dreams
calling it “spontaneous” when it’s just unplanned
accidentally over-serving myself
pretending a rooftop counts as nature
calling every hour happy hour
turning up the volume and ignoring the consequences
acting surprised when hangovers hurt
convincing myself pool floats count as fitness
flirting over corn on the cob
turning every gathering into a vacation
living for pool days and questionable texts
flaking on plans to sit in my AC
leaving my responsibilities on read
sipping and slipping through summer
spending $9 on lemonade because it's in a cute cup
planning beach trips from my couch
dodging texts and chasing sunsets
triple-texting in the group chat
stacking regrets like Jenga
saying “we should go to the beach” with zero follow-through
spiraling but in a sundress
starting a summer body journey... next year
blaming the heat for my personality
bold, bronzed, and barely hanging on
still not packing sunscreen
brunching like it’s my job
full of bad ideas and good energy
sunburned but in denial
being overbooked and under-rested
walking barefoot and pretending it’s grounding
confusing “casual drinks” for a 6-hour saga
skipping town or at least pretending to
giving strong “I’ll be there” energy... and not showing up
canceling plans for pool floats
giving strong hot mess energy
reapplying sunscreen and drama
chasing tan lines and bad ideas
laughing too loud and caring too little
making bad decisions in cute outfits
working on my tan and avoiding real work
sweating in style
lounging like it's an Olympic sport
clinking glasses instead of answering emails
being outside until the mosquitoes win
considering iced coffee a food group
spending 80% of my time in denial
carrying a koozie like it’s essential
sleeping in, sipping late
too broke for a yacht, too cute for the sidewalk
investing in portable fans and poor decisions
being a menace in flip-flops
drinking like the beach is watching
pretending rosé is water
tanning until I match my iced coffee
eating popsicles like it’s a full meal
living like I’m in a rom-com montage
enjoying the breeze before it gets weirdly aggressive
popping champagne like I’m celebrating something
singing loudly, off-key, and proudly
choosing chaos and SPF 30
emotionally dependent on iced coffee
vacationing in my mind while stuck in traffic
applying self-tanner with chaos in my heart
still wearing boots because I refuse to let go of fall
wearing flip flops to places I shouldn’t
prioritizing vibes over responsibilities
wearing sunglasses to hide the consequences
craving iced coffee and chaos
choosing vibes over logic
drinking things I can’t pronounce
working remotely from anywhere but working
yelling “shot o’clock” too early
feeling personally victimized by summer humidity
late to everything but still sweaty
calling anything under 80° “chilly”
daydreaming about PTO while already on PTO
thriving in 82% humidity
vibing irresponsibly
lost in a sea of group plans
spending more on cocktails than groceries
attending weddings just for the open bar
going where the beer is cold and the drama is warm
