Donut Puns: 64 So Glaze-ingly Funny You’ll Crumble
Donuts are the only food where the missing part is as iconic as the part that’s actually there. Think about that.
Wine puns are the one thing I’m genuinely never going to run out of. It’s like the universe decided that wine terminology should overlap with regular English in the most pun-friendly way possible, and honestly, who am I to argue with the universe? I’ve been collecting these for an embarrassing amount of time.
About to make some pour decisions.
This is the one you text your friend at 4:47 PM on a Friday. It’s not original. I don’t care. It’s perfect.
Some you wine, some you lose.
I’ve had this on a coffee mug for three years. The mug is chipped. The pun still holds up.
What kind of dog does a wine lover have?
A Bordeaux collie.
Yeah, these are the basic ones. The bread and butter. The house wine of wine puns, if you will. Moving on.
“Chardonnay or should I go now?” I said to nobody, alone in my kitchen, holding a bottle from Trader Joe’s. The Clash didn’t write back.
My friend asked why I was being so emotional. I said I just needed to re-wine my life. She poured me a glass, which honestly solved both interpretations of that sentence.
Stop and smell the rosé.
This is the one. If you post a photo of yourself holding a glass of pink wine at sunset and don’t use this caption, what are you even doing? I’m not being rhetorical. What are you doing?
I decant even.
(Okay, that one’s a stretch. But if you know what a decanter is, you got it immediately, and if you don’t, you’re probably not reading a wine pun blog post.)
Why did the wine connoisseur drink from an old tire?
He heard it was a Goodyear.
I’m genuinely proud of this one even though I didn’t invent it. The setup is so stupid that the punchline hits harder.
It means drink wine.
Partners in wine.
Show me your terroir.
For the uninitiated: terroir is the combination of soil, climate, and environment that gives wine its character. So this is both flirty AND educational. You’re welcome. Tbh this one kills at wine tastings and gets blank stares everywhere else.
He told me his non-alcoholic wine was delicious. I said he had no proof.
Another glass? Wine not?
I know. I KNOW. But it had to be here. It’s the law.
Okay, sidebar, has anyone else noticed that wine bars have gotten weirdly competitive about their cheese boards? Like I just want some cheddar and a Malbec, I don’t need a “curated dairy experience.” Anyway.
Sip me baby one more time.
I told my coworker I was feeling vine and dandy. She didn’t laugh. She never laughs. Karen, if you’re reading this, I’m hilarious and you work in a vineyard, you should appreciate these more than anyone.
What a wine-derful world.
Yeah, this one’s garbage. I’m including it because my mom sent it to me in a text with seven emojis and I can’t betray her like that.
Do librarians like white wine?
No, they like theirs well red.
I asked the winemaker if his new vintage had good legs. He said, “Better than yours.” Reader, he was right. I skip leg day. The Pinot Noir does not.
Two words. No notes.
You had me at Merlot.
“I’m not old,” she said, swirling her glass with practiced precision. “I’m aged to perfection.”
Honestly? Goals.
I’m sorry. That’s terrible. I am not sorry enough to delete it.
What do sailors drink? Port. Obviously.
(The original version of this joke adds “whine” to it but I think the simplicity is funnier. Port is already a wine. The pun is just… sitting there. Elegant.)
Read between the wines.
Drink some wine. It’s really not good to keep things bottled up.
This is the rare wine pun that actually works as life advice. Dual-purpose content. I should charge for this.
Riesling and shine!
We’re ferment to be together.
Send this to someone you love. Or someone you kinda like. Or honestly just someone who also drinks wine. The bar is low.
I don’t complain, I just wine.
My sommelier friend described her new relationship as having “excellent malolactic conversion, started sharp, now it’s smooth.” And I thought, this is either the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard or the most insufferable. Possibly both.
(Malolactic fermentation converts sharp malic acid to softer lactic acid in wine. Now you know. Now you can be insufferable too.)
Working nine to wine.
You can’t sip with us.
It’s partly cloudy with a chance of wine.
Ngl, I’d watch that weather channel.
You’re wine in a million.
Quick tangent: I once went to a wine tasting where the guy described a Syrah as having “notes of pencil lead and wet dog.” And everyone nodded. EVERYONE NODDED. I was the only person in the room thinking, “Sir, that sounds like a problem, not a feature.” Wine culture is unhinged and I love it.
I am woman. Hear me pour.
Will you accept this rosé?
Bachelor Nation, this one’s for you. I’ve never watched a full episode but I’ve absorbed the references through cultural osmosis, which is kinda how wine works too if you think about it.
Cabernet? More like caber-YAY.
This is so dumb. It’s so, so dumb. I giggled typing it. I’m a grown adult.
I told the vintner his wine had an impressive brix level. He said, “Thanks, I laid them myself.”
(Brix measures sugar content in grapes before harvest. Bricks. Brix. Look, it’s doing a lot of work for very little payoff and I respect that in a pun.)
How Merlot can you go?
The “sip” trilogy. None of them are clever. All of them are going on tote bags as we speak.
Wine improves with age. I improve with wine.
🎸 (imagine the guitar riff but slightly drunk)
Love the wine you’re with.
This is one of those puns where the original phrase is already good advice, and the pun version is ALSO good advice. A rare double win. I will not be taking questions.
Of course size matters. Nobody wants a small glass of wine.
Wine without cheese is like a hug without the squeeze.
Okay that’s not even really a pun, it’s just… rhyming truth. But it felt wrong to leave it out.
Novinophobia: the fear of running out of wine.
Wangry: moodiness due to a lack of wine.
Neither of these are in any dictionary. Both should be.
Wine flies when you’re having fun.
Say you’ll be wine.
I have my Rieslings.
It’s clean. It’s quick. It works in literally any context. Someone asks why you’re having a third glass? “I have my Rieslings.” Someone asks why you chose that bottle? “I have my Rieslings.” It’s the Swiss Army knife of wine puns and I will defend it with my life.
You’re the wine that I want. (Ooh ooh ooh, honey.)
Why have less-cato when you can have Mo’scato?
I’m aware this barely works. The phonetics are iffy. But the spirit is there and sometimes that’s enough. (It’s not enough. I’m sorry.)
You are so bottleful to me.
My friend asked if I preferred Old World or New World wines. I said I didn’t want to get into a phylloxera of arguments about it.
(Phylloxera was the vine-killing pest that devastated European vineyards in the 1800s. “Plethora.” “Phylloxera.” It’s a reach. I’m reaching. But if you got it, we’re friends now.)
All for wine and wine for all.
Wine is my spirit animal.
Double meaning on “spirit”, the alcohol kind and the mystical kind. Idk if this counts as a pun or a lifestyle but either way, accurate.
I woke up feeling wine.
(Fine. I woke up feeling fine. Same thing, really.)
It’s just another Merlot Monday.
I keep a running list of these in my phone’s notes app and just realized there are also seven entries that are just grocery reminders mixed in. “Buy oat milk” is not a pun but it is important. Anyway, here’s one more for the road:
Wine a little, laugh a lot. That’s genuinely the whole philosophy. Cork’s out, I’m done.
Donuts are the only food where the missing part is as iconic as the part that’s actually there. Think about that.
Grapes are inherently funny to me and I can’t fully explain why.
Tacos are the only food I’d describe as structurally chaotic and emotionally stabilizing.
Waffles are the only food that comes with its own built-in syrup infrastructure, and I think we don’t talk about that enough.
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