The Fangiest Vampire Puns (61 and Counting)
Vampires have been culturally relevant for like 400 years and honestly they’ve earned it.
War puns are one of those categories where you think you’ll run out fast and then realize, no, basically every military term is already halfway to being a pun. It’s like the English language was designed by someone who wanted us to make bad jokes about conflict. I’ve been stockpiling these for a while (pun intended, and I’m not sorry), and honestly some of them are war crimes in their own right.
What did the soldier say after a long day of marching? “I’m war out!” Look, we’re starting gentle. It gets worse. Or better. Depends on your tolerance.
The fish in the tank were always fighting over food. My kid pointed this out at the aquarium last week and I almost fell over. Double meaning just sitting there in every pet store in America.
The comedian’s war jokes really bombed.
I told my electrician he should join the army. He said he was already good at soldiering on. He didn’t laugh. I didn’t care. This one’s genuinely one of my favorites, the fact that “soldering” and “soldiering” are so close is a gift, and I refuse to let it go unappreciated.
The general’s advice was pretty… general.
And the private? He kept his feelings very private.
The major issue? It was a major problem.
Yeah, military ranks are basically cheating. Every single one of them doubles as a regular adjective. I didn’t make the language, I just exploit it.
Sleeping in a tent during the campaign was a real camp-pain.
“Why did the bride miss the aisle?”
“It was a missile-ding wedding.”
I need you to sit with that one. Missile. Miss-aisle. Wedding. It’s layered. It’s stupid. It’s art. I will die on this hill (strategically positioned hill, with good sight lines).
After the war, everyone wanted a piece of the peace.
What do you call a knight giving up? A sir-render.
After marching all day, the soldiers were de-feeted. Yeah, I know. I KNOW. But it stays.
The army decided to march in March. That’s it. That’s the pun. Sometimes simplicity is a virtue.
Can a cannon really shoot that far? Yes, it can on occasion.
Okay quick sidebar, I looked up the range of a Napoleonic-era cannon while writing this and got lost on Wikipedia for forty minutes reading about the Battle of Austerlitz. This is why the blog is always late.
The barber’s combat strategy involved a comb-bat.
The baker’s rifle was rye-full of bread crumbs. I’m sorry. I’m genuinely sorry. That one barely functions as language, let alone as a joke.
After the battle, the soldiers would weep on their weapons. (Weep-on. Weapon. Look, you either see it or you don’t.)
These all work as captions. Trust me. I’ve tested them on group chats with mixed results.
He tried to conquer her heart but just conked her on the head. Romance is a battlefield, etc.
The tea party had some casual-teas but no real damage. They also signed a treaty over a treat-tea. Honestly the British Empire makes more sense when you realize it was all just an elaborate tea pun.
“How was the fortress?”
“The soldiers needed a fort-rest after defending it all week.”
The tailor launched an attack with a tack and thread.
The cavalry charge was a real calvary for the enemy. This only works if you know Calvary (the biblical hill of suffering) and cavalry (guys on horses) are different words that people constantly mix up. If you already knew that, congratulations, you’re the target audience. If you didn’t, now you do, and you’re welcome.
The soldier felt a cold draught after being drafted. Ngl, this one hits different if you’ve ever stood outside a MEPS building at 5am in January.
I am-bush-ed in the bushes, waiting for the enemy. Also how I feel hiding from my neighbors when they want to chat and I’m in my pajamas at 2pm.
The spy was excellent at es-pie-on-age. Especially when pie was involved.
Meanwhile, the saboteur only caused damage on the Sabbath-age.
These are both stretches. I know they’re stretches. The hyphenation is doing about 90% of the heavy lifting and the humor is doing maybe 10%. We press on.
What do you call a cartoon character who joins the military? Part of a pla-toon.
The uprising caused the bread to rise up. Yeast and revolution have more in common than you’d think.
Every soldier has his story of the war. His story. History. I walked around smugly for like an hour after I connected those dots, even though I definitely wasn’t the first person to notice this. Probably not even the first person today.
He won a medal but didn’t meddle in politics.
Their alliance was based on a lie-ance. (Honestly this describes most geopolitical relationships so it’s less of a pun and more of a documentary.)
None of these are good. All of them are staying.
The regiment meant business. They regi-meant every word.
The patriot caused a pat-riot when he spoke out. This works better out loud. Most of these do, tbh. War puns are an oral tradition.
They laid siege to the castle and tried to seize it. Now, if you’ve ever read about the Siege of Candia, 21 years, the longest siege in history, you realize that “seize” was aspirational at best. Sometimes you just sit outside a wall for two decades and call it strategy.
The movie about conflict got bad reviews. Too con-flicked-ed.
It was his duty to do his… doo-ty. I have the maturity of a twelve-year-old and I’m at peace with that.
They tried to negotiate, but she said “no-go-she-ate” and left the table.
His diplomacy was so bad it was a dip-low-mess. Just dipping low into a mess. That’s what bad diplomacy is. I’m describing it, not punning it. Maybe both.
Is it true they called a truce? True’s… truce. Same energy.
The rebellion caused a re-bell-ion in the church. Bells going off everywhere. Chaos. This pun is a 4/10 and I stand by it weakly.
I should mention, I’ve been writing these in a coffee shop and the guy next to me keeps glancing at my screen. Sir, if you’re reading this, I promise I have a real job too. Mostly.
The farmer needed grain aid after the grenade attack. GRAIN AID. GRENADE. This is the kind of pun where the vowel sounds are doing exactly what they need to do and nothing more. Efficient. Like a well-planned supply line. I love this one the way a general loves a good flanking maneuver.
After swinging the sword all day, his arm was sore’d.
He needed more armor for his arm, so he got arm-ore. More arm armor. Arm-ore arm-or. I’m losing my grip on language.
The general tried to outflank the enemy but just flanked, er, flunked. This is funnier if you know that Frederick the Great’s oblique order at the Battle of Leuthen in 1757 was basically the greatest flanking maneuver ever executed and that every general since has tried and mostly failed to replicate it. So yeah. They flunked.
“What branch did the barber join?”
“The hair force.”
The bat-talion of bats flew into battle at dusk. Nature’s military unit. Terrifying and also kinda cute.
The soldiers built bar-racks for their drinks. Off-duty morale is important. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
My buddy Victor won the costume contest at the military ball and everyone just kept yelling “VICTORY! VICTORY!” He didn’t get it for like three minutes. True story. Okay not a true story but it should be.
The revolution caused things to revolve. Full circle. Revolutionary, even.
The fence was built to dee-fend the property.
He decided to enlist, so he put his name in-list. She decided to recruit, but everyone was re-croot-ed out. And the veteran? He just vet-ran away from the whole thing.
Three puns, descending quality. A gradient of shame.
The medal was an honour, and it was placed on her uniform. On-her. Honour. This is so gentle it barely registers as wordplay. Like a war pun whispered from very far away.
The artillery display was so bad, it was art-ill-ery. Sick art. Ill art. Art that should see a doctor.
The chef had a skirmish with a skir-mish of fish.
Actually don’t send that one. Send this instead: “Just had a major battle with my alarm clock. Casualties: my dignity.”
The infantry marched past an in-fan-tree. A tree. With a fan in it. I don’t know why there’s a fan in the tree. Don’t ask follow-up questions about the infrastructure of my puns.
War is a continuation of pun-litics by other means. If you know, you know. If you don’t, go read “On War” and then come back and give me credit for this one.
The general’s company was known for its com-pun-y. META. We’ve gone meta. In a war pun list, we’ve achieved a pun about puns inside a company inside an army. Inception but worse.
She’ll protect herself with a shield. She’ll’d. Shield. I’m not even going to defend this one.
The ceasefire was confusing for the firefighters. They were told to seize fire, then cease fire. Mixed messages all around.
The wounds of war were carried by the winds of change. This is one of those homophones that only works in writing because out loud you’d pronounce them differently. It’s a visual pun. A literary pun. I’m gonna call it sophisticated instead of broken.
The baker tried to occupy the kitchen by making an ock-you-pie. This is bad enough that I considered cutting it six times during editing. It survived every round. Like a cockroach. Like a cockroach making pie.
What did the pun writer say after finishing sixty war puns?
“I’ve been through the wars.”
Anyway, if you’ve made it this far, you deserve a medal. Just don’t meddle with the list order, I agonized over it for way longer than I should’ve. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go lie down in a dark room and recover from what I’ve done here. Battle fatigue is real, folks. Pun-battle fatigue doubly so.
Vampires have been culturally relevant for like 400 years and honestly they’ve earned it.
I’ve been sitting on these poop puns for way too long. That sentence works on multiple levels and I’m not sorry about any of them.
I’ve been collecting drink puns the way some people collect wine, compulsively, with questionable taste, and I’m not stopping anytime soon.
RWBY has been living in my head rent-free since like 2013 and honestly the pun potential in this show is so absurdly deep that I’m surprised more...
Get the week's freshest puns, wordplay, and gloriously terrible jokes delivered straight to your inbox — no setup required.
By signing up, I agree to the Terms of Use and have reviewed the Privacy Policy.