(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 delighted in the luring. Twas my only job
Young Mary
Sarah Sanderson gets slapped by Winnie in Walgreens
Bats and beetles! Find something, anything, we must fly!
You’ve literally held a grudge for centuries
This could be a caramel-covered matzah ball for all I know
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a Mel-a-ka-mystica
Can I have a bite of face please?
I come home and its like the Gothic Golden Girls in my garage
Winnie hold me- it no longer smells like death.
Retinol. What a charming name for a child
Billy Butcherson
Sorrow is such sweet parting. Buh Bye!.
Lock up your children!
Lotions, like potions.
I am suddenly powerful
I am a good zombie. I am not even chasing thee.
I am not a fool. I am a good and loyal sister and I expect to be seen as such!
Winnie
Caramel Candy Apple
I do not have a temper
Children’s souls. That will be aisle 4
Thou art different from the other children I’ve eaten
Young Billy Butcherson
Amuck amuck amuck amuck!
Gilbert
I smelll children
My powers are nothing without my sisters.
My passionate partners in unholy mischief!
Then I took the Lord’s name in vain. Twice.
This is a flash mob. I love a flash mob
Winnie, there is a small woman trapped in that box
Then we run amuck in Salem!
Hey if candles can bring back the dead why can’t potpourri bring back the stairs?
Young Sarah
Winnie, I'm surfing! Cowabunga!
Corn, I smell corn.
Book
Yes, Salem, we’re back!
Who are they performing for? You!
The Witches, the Witches, the Witches are back!
Besides, Book does not like it
Cobweb the Cat
All 3 Sanderson Sisters on brooms
Young Winnie
Sarah
And how lucky art thou to have each other
Black Flame Candle
When it comes time for me to fricassee ya.
The wind is stealing my fingers
Winnie, my broomies are misbehaving!
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya! I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.