60 Muscle Puns That Are Ab-solutely Ripped
Muscle puns are my bread and butter. Well, muscle puns and actual bread and butter, because I’m not giving up carbs no matter what my gym buddy says.
Hotels are the only places where you pay good money to sleep in a stranger’s bed and somehow feel fancy about it. I’ve stayed in everything from a hostel in Prague where the shower was literally in the kitchen to a resort in Cancún where someone handed me a towel animal I didn’t ask for. Both experiences gave me puns. Here are too many of them.
This hotel is really suite.
(I know. I KNOW. But you can’t write hotel puns and not start here. It’s the law.)
I’m ready to check-in with my vacation goals and check-out reality for a while. Two puns, one sentence, zero shame.
Why did the hotel guest bring a ladder? Because they heard the rooms were on another level.
Suite dreams are made of these. 🛏️
I’m feeling a bit inn-decisive about where to stay, which is honestly my permanent state when Booking.com shows me 400 options and they all have the same stock photo of white towels shaped like a swan.
Don’t lodge a complaint, just enjoy your stay.
My friend asked if I liked boutique hotels. I said I’m not hostel to the idea. She didn’t laugh. I’m still proud of it. The wordplay is right there, “hostel” / “hostile”, and if you don’t see it, that’s a you problem.
I’m resort-ing to drastic measures to find a good deal.
What do you call a hotel that only accepts cats? A fur-bished suite.
(That one’s bad. Moving on.)
I told the concierge I needed more towels. He said I was really pushing my lux. As in luxury. As in luck. Look, it works better out loud.
Bellhops really know how to carry a conversation. And your luggage. Mostly your luggage.
I’m booked for a good time.
Why don’t hotels ever win at poker? They always reveal their hand at the front desk.
Okay that one barely makes sense. But there’s something about the image of a concierge dealing cards that I can’t let go of.
Had a suite time on my trip, no, wait, I already used suite. Whatever. It’s a versatile word. The “suite/sweet” swap is the duct tape of hotel puns.
Our hotel’s RevPAR is looking good, guess you could say we really know how to yield to demand.
(If you know what RevPAR and yield management are, you laughed. If you don’t, you work in a more dignified industry than hospitality and I respect that.)
I need to spa-re some time for relaxation.
“How was the hotel gym?”
“It’s really working out for me.”
I asked the front desk if they had any availability and they said they were at full occupancy. I said, “Sounds like my therapist’s schedule.” Nobody at the Holiday Inn Express needed to hear that but I said it anyway.
The restaurant here is absolutely dine-amic.
Going to pool my resources for a swim.
Inn for a treat this weekend 🏨✨
What do hotel doors and bad jokes have in common? They both need the right key to open.
Don’t vacate your vacation plans.
Quick sidebar: why do hotels still put those little cards on the bed asking you to reuse your towels “for the environment” while also running seventeen chandeliers in the lobby at full blast? Anyway.
I tried to make a reservation at the library hotel but I was already overbooked.
The front desk staff are always reception-able to feedback.
My hotel room had a Bible, a Book of Mormon, AND a copy of the Bhagavad Gita in the nightstand. I guess you could say they had all the reservations covered.
That one took me a minute to write and I’m not apologizing for it. “Reservations” meaning both bookings AND spiritual/philosophical hesitations? Come on. That’s craft.
I need to roominate on my travel plans.
What’s a hotel’s favorite type of music? Suite jazz.
(Yeah okay I used suite again. Sue me. Actually don’t, I can’t afford the minibar Pringles let alone a lawsuit.)
Our GM keeps talking about turndown service but honestly the way she rejected my PTO request was turndown enough.
This vacation is really elevating my mood. Mostly because the elevator in this hotel plays smooth jazz and I’m into it.
I told my wife our hotel has a revolving door. She said our relationship already does.
Hotel WiFi passwords are always something like “Welcome2Paradise” and then the connection runs at 0.3 Mbps. The real pun is the false advertising. That’s not wordplay, that’s just truth.
Currently lobby-ing for more vacation days 🏖️
Why did the ghost check into the hotel? For the boo-ffet.
Terrible. I know. I felt my soul leave my body typing it.
The valet asked if I wanted my car parked. I said I’m already driven enough, thanks.
The minibar charged me $14 for a Snickers. That’s not a pun, that’s a mini-crime.
I opened the minibar and it was empty. A hollow-day indeed.
My minibar bill was so high it should’ve come with its own room number.
I asked the hotel if they had a fitness center. They said, “We’re fit to serve.” I said, “That doesn’t answer my question.”
The hotel switched to OPERA PMS and now the front desk staff are really hitting all the right notes.
(OPERA is a property management system used by hotels. If you’ve used it, you know it’s about as musical as a car alarm. But the pun stands.)
I’m so relaxed on this trip I’ve reached a new level of calm. Floor 12, specifically.
What did the hotel say to the guest who wouldn’t leave? “You’re really overstaying your welcome.”
The hotel’s laundry service really pressed my buttons.
Get it? Pressed? Like ironing? And also pressing buttons? It’s barely a pun. It’s more of a pun-adjacent observation. I’m including it because I’ve committed to a number and I’m a person of my word.
My room has an ocean view. I’m shore glad I upgraded.
“How’s the penthouse?”
“It’s the top floor experience.”
“That’s not even a pun.”
“I know, I’m running out.”
Hotels without a thirteenth floor are just superstition suites. They skip the number but charge you the same rate of anxiety when the elevator lurches between 12 and 14. You know something’s missing. The building knows something’s missing. We’re all just floor-getting about it.
Three puns in one paragraph. I peaked.
The hotel’s cancellation policy is so strict it should be called a no-tell motel. Because they won’t tell you how to get your money back.
Do not disturb. Seriously. Inn my element rn. 🚫🛏️
Hilton’s loyalty program is called Honors, which is fitting because staying loyal to one hotel chain for years while watching prices climb really is an honor system, you honor them with money, they honor you with a room that smells vaguely of the last guest’s cologne.
I got locked out of my room at 2 AM. You could say I had a real key-risis on my hands.
Why do hotels make such good comedians? Because they always deliver room service with a punchline.
I left a review for the hotel that said: “The staff was accommodating.” And honestly? That might be the most literal pun I’ve ever written. Accommodating. At an accommodation. I need to go outside.
Hotel hallways at 3 AM have the same energy as a horror movie and a corridor of broken dreams. That’s not a pun either. Hotels after midnight just hit different.
I asked the concierge for restaurant recommendations and he gave me a whole foyer of options.
(Foyer / flurry? Okay that one’s a reach. A big reach. Like, arms-fully-extended reach.)
My hotel loyalty status finally hit Diamond. Guess you could say my commitment is crystal clear.
I was gonna stop at 60 but honestly once you start with hotel puns it’s hard to checkout. That’s the last one. I’m done. Wait, “done” isn’t a pun. Good. Clean ending. No more room for, okay NOW I’m done.
Muscle puns are my bread and butter. Well, muscle puns and actual bread and butter, because I’m not giving up carbs no matter what my gym buddy says.
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