60 Fat Puns That Are Larger Than Life
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I’ve been sitting on a folder of covid puns since like 2020 and honestly they’ve aged better than most of us have. Some of these are genuinely clever. Some are hospital-waiting-room-level bad. A few might constitute crimes against language. Let’s go.
This virus really went viral.
Yeah, I know. Obvious. But it’s the foundational text of covid puns and I refuse to skip it. It’s the “Stairway to Heaven” of pandemic wordplay, overplayed, sure, but you still nod along.
Wearing a mask is really just a face-saving measure.
Don’t mask your true feelings about the pandemic.
(I have strong feelings about this one, and all of them are hidden behind three layers of KN95.)
These masks? Absolutely breathtaking.
That’s an Instagram caption. Screenshot it. Post it. I don’t need credit. Actually, I do need credit. Tag me.
I took a covid test and it came back positive… for puns.
I lost my sense of taste. Now life just feels kind of flavorless.
This one’s honestly my favorite on the whole list. It works on every level. The literal covid symptom, the metaphor for pandemic monotony, the fact that I genuinely ate nothing but beige food for two years, it all lands. I’m proud of this one the way parents are proud of the kid who got into a good school.
Losing my sense of smell really stinks.
Three Zoom puns. That’s enough. I’m drawing a line. (The line is muted and has bad WiFi.)
Don’t be a jab-roni, get your vaccine.
Getting the vaccine is a real shot in the arm for public health.
This pun is so obvious it should come with a warning label. I’m including it anyway because it’s structurally perfect and I respect the craft even when the craft is doing the bare minimum.
Why did the coronavirus break up with the flu? It needed more space.
My arm is sore from the vaccine but tbh that’s a small price to jab.
I’ve been in quarantine so long I’m basically quaran-tinned. Sealed. Preserved. Like a sardine with anxiety and a Netflix queue.
I’m not anti-social. I’m pro-distance.
Solid text to send your extroverted friend who kept trying to get you to “just pop over real quick” in 2020.
Social distancing really put a damper on my love life. Six feet apart is not a love language.
Quick sidebar: I genuinely forgot how weird the early pandemic was until I started writing these. Remember when people were sanitizing their groceries? Wiping down cereal boxes with Clorox wipes like they were defusing bombs? Wild times. Anyway.
What do you call a coronavirus with a really high R-naught? A super-spreader of joy.
(If you know what R-naught is without Googling, you spent way too much time on epidemiology Twitter in 2020, and I see you, and I was right there with you.)
Hand sanitizer is my new handy friend.
I’m sorry. That one’s terrible. Moving on.
I told my friend I was feeling testy about all these rapid tests. He said I was being a bit nasal about it. We don’t talk anymore.
This pandemic really took its toll.
The spike protein walked into a bar. The ACE2 receptor said, “I feel a real bond forming.” The cell said, “I’m not ready for this kind of attachment.”
If you studied molecular biology or just doom-scrolled enough preprints, that one hits different. That’s a two-glass-of-wine pun. It needs time to breathe.
My body’s fighting back. I’ve got anti-bodies. They’re against everything.
We need herd immunity, so let’s make sure we all get herd.
I’m trying to flatten the curve of my stress levels.
Spoiler: the curve won.
What do you call someone who refuses to believe in airborne transmission? An aero-skeptic.
This fatigue is really tiring me out.
Yeah, that’s barely a pun. It’s more of a tautology wearing a funny hat. I know. I KNOW.
My friend asked me what variant I had. I said, “I don’t know, but it’s the Omicron my list of problems.”
I genuinely giggled writing that. Is it good? Debatable. Did it make me happy? Enormously. That’s what matters in pun-writing. Self-satisfaction and a low bar.
Don’t spread misinformation. Spread butter. Spread kindness. Not conspiracy theories.
The outbreak is breaking out everywhere, worse than my skin during lockdown.
Why did everyone start baking sourdough during covid? Because they kneaded something to do.
I didn’t even make sourdough. I made exactly one loaf of banana bread, felt like a pioneer woman for forty-five minutes, and then went back to eating chips.
I’m not a doctor, but I play one on Zoom.
What did the contact tracer say to the superspreader event? “I’ve been looking all over for you.“
This WFH situation is making me work-from-home-sick.
I just want to acknowledge that we’re about halfway through and if you’re still here, you’re either deeply committed to puns or deeply avoiding something else. Either way, respect.
The pandemic has been a real shot to the system.
Why did the mRNA strand feel underappreciated? It kept getting translated but nobody understood the original message.
That’s a molecular biology joke wrapped in a pandemic pun wrapped in an existential crisis. You’re welcome.
This whole situation is making me feel a bit coronary.
I’ve been isolating my best qualities. Turns out there’s not much to quarantine.
Covid really said “it’s not you, it’s mu” and then named a whole variant after it.
Remember the Mu variant? Barely anyone does. It was the middle child of covid variants. Gone too soon. Or not soon enough. Perspective.
PPE: Pretty Practical Everyday.
Ngl that one’s a stretch and I apologize to no one.
What do you call a pandemic that won’t end? Never-ending gory. Wait, no. That doesn’t work. Let me try again.
What do you call a pandemic that overstays its welcome? Long covid. Oh wait, that’s just… that’s just what it’s called. Sometimes the real pun is the diagnosis we got along the way.
My immune system after three boosters is like a bouncer at a club. “You’re not on the anti-body list.”
I’ve been socially distanced from my barber so long I look like a shear disaster.
Staying home is the key to flattening the curve. Literally. Lock the door.
It’s un-mask-able how much I missed people’s faces.
I told the cashier I was only there for essential items. She looked at my cart full of wine and Oreos and said nothing. She understood the essential truth.
Why did the virus go to school? To improve its cell-f.
Garbage. Absolute garbage. But it made my 12-year-old nephew laugh in 2021 and I’ve been riding that high ever since.
My cough is so bad I’m coughing up a storm. And also my dignity.
I’ve got a fever. Things are getting heated.
Vaccinated, caffeinated, ready to be liberated.
Put that on a tote bag. I dare you.
What did Delta say to Omicron? “You think you’re better than me? That’s a variant of the truth.”
The “new normal” is anything but normal.
Okay that’s less of a pun and more of a statement of fact, but I needed a breather between the real ones. Think of it as a palate cleanser.
What did the epidemiologist say when the wastewater data spiked? “Well, that’s a crappy situation.”
Wastewater surveillance for covid tracking is genuinely one of the coolest public health innovations to come out of this whole mess, and it deserves better than this pun. But here we are.
I’m trying to normalize the new normal, but my normal was never normal to begin with, so now I’m just abnormally confused.
It’s a pan-demic. Because it affects the whole pan. The whole… look, “pan” means “all” in Greek. The pun is right there in the word. I didn’t make the etymology, I just exploit it.
Don’t be a germ-aphobe. Be a germ-a-pro. Wash your hands like you’re scrubbing in for surgery.
What’s a virus’s favorite game? Plague Inc. (Too real. Way too real.)
After my booster shot, I told the nurse I was ready for my fourth wall break. She didn’t laugh. The guy behind me in line did though. Sometimes you play to the cheap seats and the cheap seats deliver.
I asked my doctor if I should worry about long covid. He said, “How long do you have?”
I was gonna end this list with something profound about resilience and the human spirit and how humor got us through the darkest days of a global pandemic.
But instead: my immune system after five shots is basically a booster seatit keeps me safe but I look kinda ridiculous in it.
Anyway, wash your hands. That one’s not a pun, it’s just good advice.
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