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