What Is a Pun, Really? The Definition Will Word You Up
Let’s get this out of the way: defining a pun feels a little like explaining why a joke is funny.
I’ve been sitting on a weed puns doc for like three months now and it’s gotten out of hand. Some of these are genuinely clever, some are crimes against language, and a few are so bad I debated deleting them but then thought nah, that’s the whole point. My garden’s a mess but my pun game is… also a mess, honestly.
Why do I love gardening so much? I’m just here for the good weeds.
My coworker said our project was a “joint effort” and I couldn’t stop laughing. She didn’t get it. I didn’t explain. Some things are better left unsaid in a corporate setting.
This party is really budding into something great.
I’ll be bluntthese puns are only gonna get worse from here.
I’m genuinely proud of that one because it works on like three levels if you think about it. Direct statement. Cannabis cigar. And it’s also a warning, which makes it meta. This is probably the peak. We’re four puns in and it might be downhill.
Don’t leaf me hanging!
What do you call a cannabis plant that won’t stop talking? A chronic complainer.
I told my friend I was trying to blaze a new trail in my career and she asked if I needed a lighter. Fair.
I’m on a roll today.
(Send that one to your group chat with no context. Trust me.)
“What strain are you dealing with?” could be a question from your therapist or your budtender and honestly the answer might be the same either way.
Let’s weed out the negativity.
How are you feeling? Dank you very much for asking.
Yeah that one’s terrible. I know. Moving on.
I’m just trying to pot my plants. What did you THINK I meant?
Why did the cannabis enthusiast become a journalist? She wanted to write puff pieces.
I will die on the hill that this is clever. It works perfectly. Puff piece is already a real journalism term and the double meaning is *chef’s kiss*. If you don’t appreciate this one we can’t be friends.
I’m feeling hazy about the details.
This is a sticky situation.
(If you know about trichomes, you know. If you don’t, sticky icky is a whole thing and I don’t have time to explain cannabis resin chemistry in a pun post.)
“Can you please pipe down?” I said to my roommate, who was being loud. He handed me his piece. Communication breakdown.
Trying to grow with the flow.
Side note, I spent way too long trying to make a “photoperiod” pun work and I couldn’t. If you know, you know. Autoflower puns are similarly impossible. Some words just resist being funny, and that’s fine. Not everything needs to be a pun. (Everything does need to be a pun.)
I’m feeling indica-ted to relax tonight.
This one requires you to know that indica strains are the chill-you-out, couch-lock variety. If you just thought “indicated” and moved on, go back and read it again.
I’m just trying to sativa my soul.
Is this a stretch? Absolutely. “Satisfy” to “sativa” is doing a LOT of heavy lifting. I’m including it anyway because I think it sounds nice out loud and sometimes that’s enough.
What’s a stoner’s favorite time? 4:20, obviously, but also high noon.
I need to hash this out with you.
“I told him it was a budding romance.”
“And?”
“He said he wanted to see it flower.”
“Wow.”
“I know. Then he asked me to be his bud.”
Three puns for the price of one. You’re welcome. Or I’m sorry. Depending.
This is a kief ingredient in the recipe for a good time.
Okay this one I’m actually proud of too. Kief is the powdery trichome dust that collects at the bottom of your grinder, it’s basically concentrated goodness. “Key ingredient” → “kief ingredient” is clean wordplay. Niche but clean.
Feeling stoned cold sober.
I tried to toke a chance on love. It backfired. Coughed a lot.
What do you call it when you run out of weed? Being dankrupt.
Ngl, this is one of my favorites. Bankrupt → dankrupt. It’s already slang in some circles and I think it deserves mainstream recognition.
Let’s get baked goods from that new bakery downtown.
I’m just trying to resin-ate with the good vibes.
SUBTITLE PUN. That’s right, “resin d’être”, the reason for existing, but make it sticky. I’ve been waiting to use that since I first learned what raison d’être meant in tenth grade French. Fifteen years of patience. Worth it? Debatable.
Why did the stoner stare at the orange juice carton? Because it said “concentrate.”
That one’s old as dirt and I didn’t write it but it belongs here. Also concentrates (dabs, shatter, wax) are their own whole world of weed pun material that I barely touched. Maybe part two someday. Probably not.
Just trying to pass the time.
(Also works as: just trying to pass the… you know what, you get it.)
I’m feeling mellow dramatic about this whole thing.
THC you later, alligator.
This is so dumb. I’m sorry. I’m not deleting it.
My friend asked why I was so generous with my stash. I said I’m just feeling ganja-rous.
That’s… that’s a reach. Ganja + generous. I can hear the groans from here.
Found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It was in the dispensary.
What do you call a cannabis connoisseur who’s also a musician? Someone with a great sense of hash-mony.
Just trying to light up my life.
I asked the budtender for a recommendation and she said “this hybrid solution should work for you.” Ma’am, are you a budtender or a consulting firm.
What a bud-iful day to do absolutely nothing.
Instagram caption material right there. Screenshot it. Use it on a sunset photo. I won’t even ask for credit.
I’ve been spaced out all afternoon and I’m not even sorry about it.
My dispensary loyalty card is my most-used card. It’s my grass pass, if you will.
You won’t? That’s fair.
Why did the grower switch to living soil? Because they wanted to get to the root of the problem.
This one’s for the cultivators. If you’ve never argued about soil vs. hydro in an online forum at 2am, this pun isn’t for you. And honestly? Lucky you.
I’m just trying to weed my way through life, one day at a time.
What do you call someone who’s high at a party? The life of the par-toke.
I hate this one. I wrote it at 1am and it shows.
Feeling baked to perfection.
My friend ate a whole edible before a work meeting. I told her that took a lot of nerve. She said no, it took about 45 minutes to kick in. Different kind of hit.
I’m on a higher plane of existence today. Economy was sold out.
What did the terpene say to the cannabinoid? “We make a great entourage.”
Okay, niche alert: the entourage effect is the theory that cannabis compounds work better together than in isolation. Terpenes are the aromatic compounds. If you knew that already, congratulations, you’re either a scientist or you spend too much time on Leafly. Either way, respect.
Let me just roll with the punches and keep going.
My stash is running low. This is a grave situation. A grass situation. Sorry, I panicked.
Just trying to get my green thumb on.
Why did the edible go to therapy? It had trouble processing.
GET IT? Because edibles are processed through the liver and, okay yeah, this is genuinely my favorite one in the whole list. Decarboxylation, first-pass metabolism, the whole thing. It’s a weed pun AND a therapy pun AND a food science pun. Triple threat. I peaked. It’s fine.
“Do you have any CBD recommendations?”
“Sure, I CBD-lieve this one’s great.”
Ugh.
I told my plants I loved them and they said the feeling was mutual. Well, they didn’t say anything. They’re plants. But the buds looked happy.
She’s got a dab hand at everything she does.
(A “dab hand” means someone skilled at something, it’s an actual British expression AND a weed reference. When life gives you double meanings, you write them down.)
I’m trying to Mary Jane my point here but nobody’s listening.
That subtitle is better than the pun itself tbh.
Dazed and confused? Nah. Blazed and amused.
Screenshot that. Send it to someone. It’s yours now.
What’s a cannabis plant’s favorite classic rock band? The Rolling Stoned.
I asked my friend to rate these puns. He said they were all pretty mid. I said that’s actually a compliment in the weed world, mids get the job done.
Just trying to get my stash of snacks before the munchies hit. Timing is everything.
I’m feeling pre-rolled into the weekend already and it’s only Wednesday.
You know what? This whole list has been a high-quality product. Or at least a high-quantity one.
I had four more but honestly I think we’re good. My brain’s a little fried from all this, and no, that’s not another pun. Or maybe it is. At this point I can’t even tell anymore. Weed all be better off if I just stopped here.
Let’s get this out of the way: defining a pun feels a little like explaining why a joke is funny.
Tumblr is the only platform where someone will write a 3,000-word essay about a cat picture and then end it with “anyway, capitalism.
Goblins have been living rent-free in my brain since I was like twelve, and honestly they still haven’t paid up. Greedy little guys.
So What Exactly Is a Visual Pun? You already know what a regular pun is.
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