The Highest Quality Weed Puns (63 and Counting)
I’ve been sitting on a weed puns doc for like three months now and it’s gotten out of hand.
I’ve been collecting terrible puns the way some people collect vintage records, with no shame, questionable taste, and a genuine belief that the worse they are, the more valuable they become. My friends stopped texting me back in 2026. I think that says everything you need to know about what follows.
These puns are so bad they should be pun-ished. Yeah, I’m starting there. Rock bottom is a foundation, people.
What do you call a joke that’s been sitting in the sun too long? A roast.
I told my therapist I can’t stop making terrible puns. She said, “That’s not a problem, that’s a coping mechanism.” I said, “No, it’s a coping pun-ism.” She referred me to someone else.
Comedy is just tragedy plus timing. But terrible puns? That’s tragedy plus bad timing plus the audacity to think you’re clever. I call it the humor trifecta, and honestly, it’s the only sport I’m good at. If there were an Olympics for groan-worthy wordplay, I’d be standing on that podium crying into my gold medal while everyone in the audience filed for emotional damages.
My humor is dry. Like, Sahara dry. Like, “someone get this joke an IV” dry.
Sarcasm is just humor wearing a leather jacket and pretending it doesn’t care.
Not sure if these puns are terrible, or just pun-derful in their awfulness. ✨ (That’s an Instagram caption. You’re welcome. I’m not sorry.)
Why did the stand-up comedian bring a ladder? Because they wanted to reach a higher level of humor. Look, I know. I KNOW. That one’s so bad it owes me an apology.
My puns have gone viral. It’s basically a pun-demic at this point. The CDC has not issued guidance but I feel like they should.
What’s a comedian’s favorite type of math? Pun-ctuation. Wait, that’s not math. Whatever. Moving on.
Don’t worry, these puns won’t puncture your good mood. They’ll just slowly deflate it, like a tire with a nail you don’t notice until you’re already on the highway.
Okay sidebar, does anyone else feel like the word “pun” has lost all meaning after reading it fourteen times? It’s giving semantic satiation. (Look that up if you don’t know it, it’s genuinely interesting and also the only smart thing I’ll say in this whole post.)
Irony is just the universe’s way of making puns about your life choices.
I asked a joke if it was feeling okay. It said it was a little punwell.
That one is garbage. Absolute garbage. I’m including it because I typed it and deleting things feels like quitting.
Benign violation theory says humor happens when something is simultaneously wrong and okay. My puns violate that theory because they’re just wrong. Nothing benign about them. They’re malignant puns. Pun-lignant? I’ll stop.
“Hey, you wanna hear a joke about construction?”
“Sure.”
“I’m still working on it.”
“That’s not even a pun.”
“I know. I just wanted one normal joke in here for emotional regulation.”
Laughing through the pain because the pain is also funny. 💀
What do you call humor that only works in writing? A literal joke.
What do you call humor that only works out loud? A verbal pun-ishment.
My comedy style is like a rubber band, it stretches, it snaps, and occasionally it hits someone in the eye. You could say I have an elastic wit. An elastiwit? Okay this one’s not even a pun, it’s just me mushing words together. Next.
Knock knock jokes are the sourdough starter of comedy. Everyone thinks they can make one. Most of them are disappointing. But every once in a while somebody pulls it off and you’re like, okay, fine, respect.
I have a joke about amnesia but I forgot the punchline. (This is genuinely the oldest joke structure in existence and yet every single time someone tells it to me I laugh. I’m a fraud.)
What’s a pun’s favorite punctuation mark? The exclam-pun-tion point. Ngl, I winced typing that.
A comedian, a linguist, and a dad walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Is this some kind of joke?” The dad says, “Hi Some Kind Of Joke, I’m Dad.” The linguist starts diagramming the sentence. The comedian just sits there taking notes because that’s literally how material gets written, you steal from dads and pretend it’s observational humor.
Wit: it’s like wisdom’s cooler, less responsible sibling who shows up to Thanksgiving with a bottle of wine and no dish to pass.
Why did the pun cross the road? To get to the other sigh.
Born to make terrible puns. Forced to apologize for them.
My friend said my sense of humor is an acquired taste. I said, “So is mold, and they turned that into penicillin.” She didn’t laugh. But she also didn’t leave, so I’m counting that as a win.
I’m not gonna lie, I lost count somewhere around #22. That’s the thing about writing a massive pun list, at some point your brain just becomes a pun-generating machine with no quality control. Like a factory where the inspector went home early. Anyway.
Satire is just society looking in a fun-house mirror and pretending it doesn’t recognize itself.
What’s the difference between a bad joke and a terrible pun? About three seconds of uncomfortable silence.
Paraprosdokian walks into a bar and leaves with your expectations completely subverted. If you know what a paraprosdokian is without googling it, we’re friends now. No choice. It’s been decided.
I tried to write a pun about double entendres but I couldn’t pull it off. (That’s the joke. That IS the joke. Please tell me you got it.)
Comedy writers don’t die. They just lose their timing.
My humor has layers. Like an onion. It makes people cry and nobody asked for it at the party.
You know how comedians talk about “punching up” versus “punching down”? Well, my puns don’t punch in any direction. They just kinda… flail. Like one of those inflatable tube men outside a car dealership. Aggressive energy, zero accuracy. That’s my comedic brand and I’ve made peace with it.
What do you call a joke that needs explaining? A pun-dit’s nightmare.
Brevity is the soul of wit. This pun is long. Draw your own conclusions.
“You should try deadpan humor.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s when you deliver a joke with no expression.”
“Oh, so like my dating profile photos.”
I used to think I was funny. Then I started writing puns professionally and realized I was just loud.
Mrs. Malaprop walked so every person who’s ever said “for all intensive purposes” could run. Comedy owes a huge debt to confident people who are confidently wrong. Actually, that’s just Twitter. That’s the whole app.
What do you call a comedian who only tells puns? A word nerd with no impulse control. Oh wait, that’s just me.
Timing is everything in comedy. Which is why I’m posting this at 2 AM when my judgment is at its weakest.
You’re pun in a million. 🫶
I told my joke it was adopted. It didn’t take it well. No delivery.
What’s a comedian’s least favorite weather? A dry spell. (I’m sorry.) (I’m not sorry.) (I’m a little sorry.)
Here’s the thing about puns, they’re the only form of humor where the worse you are at it, the better you are at it. Think about that. A bad pun IS the goal. The groans ARE the laughter. It’s the only art form where failure is the medium. Puns exist in this beautiful paradox where quality and terribleness are the same thing, and if that’s not the most philosophical sentence you’ve read on a pun blog today, I don’t know what to tell you. This is the hill I die on. Bury me with a headstone that says “Here lies a punmaker. They finally delivered… a dead joke.”
Slapstick is just gravity doing comedy without a writing partner.
What did one pun say to the other? “I think we’re being taken out of context.” Story of my life tbh.
I’m running out of material. You can tell because this pun is basically just a confession wearing a funny hat.
Why do comedians make great friends? Because they’re always there to crack you up. Yep. That’s the level we’re operating at now. No apologies. We’re past apologies.
An anagram of “terrible puns” is “pinbuster leer” and that means absolutely nothing but I spent four minutes on an anagram solver for it so you’re hearing about it.
My comedy is like WiFi at a hotel. Free, unreliable, and you only use it because you’re desperate.
The real pun was the friends we lost along the way.
Freud said jokes are the unconscious mind’s way of revealing repressed thoughts. So every time I make a pun, my subconscious is basically saying, “Hey everyone, this person peaked in middle school.” Freud also said sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes a pun is just a cry for help.
“Dad, are you a comedian?”
“No, son. I’m a pun-ographer.”
“That sounds illegal.”
“Only in certain states.”
What’s the difference between a good joke and a terrible pun? The good joke ends. The terrible pun? It just keeps echoing in your head, bouncing around like a screen saver, and three hours from now you’re gonna be in the shower and suddenly whisper “pun-demic” to yourself and hate that you smiled.
Anyway. Sixty terrible puns and I regret maybe four of them. The rest? They’re staying. Like that one weird magnet on your fridge that you didn’t buy but can’t throw away because it kinda grew on you.
A pun is just a thought that tripped on its way out of your mouth. I’m done now. Probably.
I’ve been sitting on a weed puns doc for like three months now and it’s gotten out of hand.
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