60 Rain Puns That Are Dripping With Humor
Rain puns are my comfort food. I don’t know when it started, probably some rainy Tuesday where I was stuck inside and my brain just started doing...
Rock climbing is the only sport where people will literally pay money to cling to a wall and question their life choices. I’ve been climbing on and off for about six years now, and the puns have honestly become a bigger part of my personality than the actual climbing. My forearms are mediocre but my wordplay? Crimp and proper.
Anyway, here’s a stupid amount of rock climbing puns. Some of these I’m genuinely proud of. Others are so bad I should be lowered off the route permanently.
You rock. That’s it. That’s the pun. I know it’s the most basic thing you can say to a climber, but you know what, sometimes the classics earn their spot. Send it as a text after your friend tops out on their project. It works every time.
Perfect Instagram caption. I’ve used this one unironically at least four times and I refuse to apologize.
“How’s the new route?”
“Oh, you know. Rocky start.”
My plan to free solo El Cap is rock solid. Well, the plan is. My mental health isn’t. Look, I spent way too long trying to make a “rock solid” pun feel fresh and I think the key is just admitting that the phrase does all the work for you. You just gotta place it right, like a good cam in a crack.
It’s a hard rock life, for us. 🎵
When you whip off the first bolt and land on the crash pad: “Well, I’ve officially hit rock bottom.” Your belayer, not even looking up from their phone: “You were barely off the ground.” Doesn’t matter. The pun landed even if I didn’t.
He walked up to the wall, chalked up, sent the V10, walked away. Didn’t celebrate. Didn’t even blink. Stone cold climber. (Every gym has one of these people and I’m both intimidated by and deeply suspicious of them.)
Get your rocks off after a long session. I mean take off your climbing shoes. What did you think I meant? Those La Sportivas aren’t gonna unlace themselves.
Why did the climber break up with the mountain? Because the relationship had too many ups and downs.
Ngl, I debated cutting that one. But it’s staying. Filler puns are the jug holds of a pun list, you need them to rest on before the hard stuff.
This whole sport is an uphill battle. Literally. That’s the entire premise.
I told my coworker I was scaling new heights this weekend and she asked if I got a promotion. No, Karen. I climbed a 5.11a outdoors for the first time. Which is arguably harder than middle management.
This one’s a favorite. Works when your friend is panicking on the wall. Works when they’re panicking about life. Climbing puns are therapeutic that way.
What do you call a climbing hold that tells jokes? Comedi-crimp.
Yeah, that’s a stretch. I know. I KNOW. Moving on.
Rope puns are the low-hanging fruit of climbing humor and I just picked every single one. No regrets.
Harness your potential. (Would look great on a motivational poster at the gym, right next to the sign that says “Please Don’t Hog The Moonboard.”)
Don’t quickdraw your conclusions about a route until you’ve actually tried it. This one only works if people know what a quickdraw is, and honestly, half the people reading this probably don’t. It’s the dangly metal clip thing. Two carabiners connected by a sling. Now you know.
Chalk it up to experience. After every failed attempt. Every single one. I say this out loud at the gym and people have started avoiding me. Worth it.
You’re a belay-ver! 🎶
Send this to your climbing partner. Right now. I’ll wait.
Don’t fall for it, that hold looks good but it’s a total sloper in disguise.
I asked the route setter why the new problem was so hard. He said it was just a slip of the hand. I said it was a slip of the tongue because he told me it was “easy.” Liar.
This is the single most usable climbing pun in existence. Caption. Text. Shout it across the gym when your friend is working their project. “Send” doing double duty as completing a route and, you know, the vibes thing. I’m genuinely proud of how versatile this one is even though I didn’t invent it.
Climbing is the only sport where “take” is both a command to your belayer and something your wallet does at the gear shop.
Why do climbers make great musicians? Because they know all about the pitch.
(For the non-climbers still reading: a pitch is a section of a multi-pitch climb. Now the pun is ruined because I explained it. Classic.)
My face after a full day at the crag? Craggy. My hands? Destroyed. My soul? Recharged. My puns? Deteriorating.
I’m really wedged into this crack climb and I can’t tell if I’m progressing or just suffering. Story of my life, tbh.
What did the limestone say to the sandstone? “You’re so abrasive.”
Okay quick tangent, does anyone else think it’s weird that we call easy holds “jugs”? Like somewhere in climbing history somebody looked at a big comfortable handhold and went “ah yes, like a jug.” Anyway. Back to puns.
My climbing ability is eroding faster than the sandstone at my local crag.
I tried to place a number 4 Camalot in a thin crack and my partner yelled “that’s not gonna cam-fly!” Look, if you climb trad, this is hilarious. If you don’t, just trust me and scroll past. Trad climbers need joy too.
I’ve got a strong hold on this relationship. (Me, clinging to my climbing partner who is also my ride home.)
Holding on for dear life is literally just Tuesday at the climbing gym.
After that last climb I need to just lay back. Get it? Layback? It’s a climbing technique where you lean away from the rock and, okay fine, it’s not my best work. I’ll own that.
Why did the climber refuse dessert? She was watching her weight… on the rope.
“How was the overhang?”
“Overwhelming.”
I’m completely hooked on climbing. Like a sky hook on a thin flake. (This is a very niche reference and if you get it, you’re either an aid climber or you’ve watched too many YouTube documentaries about Yosemite in the 70s. Either way, respect.)
This is another Instagram-ready one. Photo of you at the top of anything, a boulder, a mountain, a tall chair, caption it “peak performance” and collect your likes. It’s not original but it’s reliable. The jug hold of captions.
I was gonna make a pun about dynamic moves but I figured I’d just dyno what works.
GET IT? Dyno? Like a dynamic move where you jump for the next hold? This is one of my favorites and I will not be taking criticism.
My gym crush walked by while I was on the wall and suddenly every hold became a match. (In climbing, matching means getting both hands on the same hold. In my love life, matching means nothing because I was too pumped to even wave.)
That route really put me through the wringer. Or should I say, the ringer. Because my fingers. Ring locks. In a crack.
That one barely counts. I’m aware.
Climbers do it on the edge. The edging technique, I mean, where you use the edge of your shoe on small footholds. Grow up.
Just keep climbing, just keep climbing 🐟, me, channeling Dory energy on every single route that gets pumpy after the third bolt.
Why are climbers bad at poker? They always show their hand. Specifically, their bleeding, tape-covered, chalk-dusted hand.
I’m on a climb high right now and I don’t want to come down. Literally. My belayer is eating a sandwich and not paying attention.
Someone tried to smear my reputation at the gym. I said that’s fine, I smear on every slab route anyway. If you don’t know what smearing is, it’s when you press the flat of your shoe against the rock without any real foothold and just… trust friction. Kind of like dating.
That beta was off.
(In climbing, “beta” is information about how to do a route. In tech, it means an unfinished product. Both meanings apply when your friend tells you to “just reach the jug” and the jug is nine feet away.)
What do you call a climbing route that nobody can finish? Unbe-lead-able.
Climbing the corporate ladder is way easier than climbing a 5.12. The corporate ladder has consistent spacing and you don’t need a helmet.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m projecting. And then I remember, yeah, I literally am. I’ve been projecting this V6 for three months. “Projecting” in climbing means working on a route over multiple sessions. In therapy it means something else entirely. I probably need both.
That mantle move was absolutely shelf-ish of me, I took up the whole ledge.
You really topped out on that one. 👏
My fingers are so wrecked after today’s session that I can barely type this. Every crimp has a price. Every. Single. Crimp.
Why don’t climbers ever get lost? They always follow the route.
I know. I KNOW. That’s the kind of pun that makes people unsubscribe. But we’re in the fifties now and I’m running on fumes and chalk dust.
My love for climbing is like a figure-eight knot, it’s not going anywhere. This one I actually like. It’s clean, it’s specific, it’s the kind of thing you’d put on a Valentine’s card for your climbing partner if you were that person. I am that person.
I tried to explain to my non-climber friend what a gaston is and she said it sounded like a Disney villain. She’s not wrong. A gaston grip IS villainous, it’s pushing outward on a hold with your elbow out, and it’s named after Gaston Rébuffat, not the guy from Beauty and the Beast. Though both require impressive biceps.
Are we there yet? Are we at the anchor? I’m asking both on the wall and in this blog post.
“How do climbers say goodbye?”
“Belay-ter!”
Terrible. No notes. Including it anyway.
I was today years old when I realized that “getting pumped” at the gym means something completely different for climbers (forearms filling with lactic acid until they feel like overstuffed sausages) versus regular gym people (being enthusiastic about leg day or whatever).
What’s a climber’s favorite type of music? Rock. Obviously. You knew this was coming. It was always going to end here. The most obvious, most unavoidable, most granite-d pun in the entire genre.
Okay I’ve officially cragged myself out. If you made it through all sixty of these, you’re either a climber or you’re procrastinating something important. Probably both. Now go touch some real rock, the holds are better out there than anything I can offer you here.
Stay chalky. 🤍
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