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