64 Pi Day Puns That Are Irrational-ly Funny
March 14th is the one day a year where math nerds and dessert lovers find themselves on the exact same page, and honestly, it’s beautiful.
Seafood puns are the hill I’m willing to die on. I’ve been collecting these like a weird hobby that nobody asked about, and honestly, some of them are so good I’ve texted them to people who then didn’t respond for hours. That’s how you know a pun landed, the silence of someone deciding whether to block you.
Anyway, here’s what happens when you spend way too long thinking about fish wordplay.
This dish was tastemade for me, specifically the lobster bisque, which I’m pretty sure was engineered in a lab to target my exact preferences. If Tastemade food puns had a mascot, it’d be me, crying into a bowl of chowder.
I’m hooked on seafood.
Why did the shrimp refuse to share? Because he was a little shellfish.
Look, I know you’ve heard this one. I KNOW. But it’s the foundation. It’s the load-bearing wall of seafood puns. You can’t skip it. Every time I say it at dinner parties (yes, I’m that person), someone groans so hard they pull a muscle, and that’s basically a standing ovation in my world.
“I told my friend I was dating a fisherman and she asked if it was serious. I said, ‘I don’t know, but he’s definitely a keeper.'”
What did the ocean say to the salmon? Nothing. It just waved.
Seas the day π¦
(I know. I KNOW. But tell me you wouldn’t double-tap that over a photo of fish tacos on a pier. You would. Don’t lie to me.)
My taste buds were made for this ceviche. Like, biologically. I think I evolved specifically to eat citrus-cured halibut at 2pm on a Saturday.
I’m on a seafood diet. I see food and I eat it.
Yeah, that one’s garbage. I’m sorry. Moving on.
That monkfish is so ugly it should be called the anglerfish of the culinary world, oh wait, it literally is one. Same order, Lophiiformes. Nature really said “you’re hideous, but you’ll taste incredible pan-seared with brown butter.” Honestly, respect.
You’re swimming in compliments today, and I’m not even being sardonic.
Actually wait, sardonic. Sardine-ic. Is that anything? It’s barely anything. I’m counting it anyway.
What do you call a fish that practices medicine? A sturgeon.
Holy mackerel, this sashimi is good.
“Hey, are we still on for dinner? I’ve been thinking about those crab cakes all day and I’m not being crabby about it, I’m being PASSIONATE”
I asked the waiter how the fish was prepared. He said, “We just told him the bad news slowly.”
This one’s not mine, I think it’s ancient, but I genuinely laugh every single time. There’s something about imagining a waiter gently breaking it to a trout that really gets me.
Cod, that’s funny.
That new poke restaurant really made a splash in our neighborhood. Three-hour wait on a Tuesday. For raw fish in a bowl. We live in a society.
The world is your oyster, but shuck, it’s expensive.
Why don’t fish ever do well on school tests?
Because they’re always swimming below C level.
I’ve been mussel-ing my way through this seafood platter for forty-five minutes and I’m not even halfway done. No regrets. Well, one regret, wearing white.
These are all like C-minus puns and I’m aware of that. Sometimes you just need filler. Like breadcrumbs on a fish cake.
Whale, whale, whale… what do we have here?
(Technically a marine mammal, not seafood. I don’t care. It stays.)
“My girlfriend said I need to stop making fish puns. I said, ‘Give me a specific reason.’ She said, ‘Just for the halibut.’ I’ve never loved her more.”
A fish walks into a bar and the bartender says, “What’ll it be?” The fish says, “Water.” Then just stares at the bartender for an uncomfortably long time because, you know. Fish.
Okay that’s more of an anti-joke than a pun but I taste-made that one myself and I think it’s art.
You’re not just any catch. You’re the catch of the day.
Send that to someone you’re flirting with. Trust me. Or don’t. I’m a pun blogger, not a relationship counselor.
What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
I tried to make swordfish for dinner last night. Long story short, I got in a fight with it and lost. Those things are not messing around, even post-mortem.
Something smells fishy and it’s this entire blog post.
Went to an omakase spot and the itamae served me kohada. I said, “Wow, this is shad-ow of its former self, wait, no, it’s incredible.” Kohada is gizzard shad, for the uninitiated. It’s this gorgeous silvery fish that gets cured in vinegar and salt, and if your sushi chef serves it to you, they’re showing off. The pun is terrible but the fish is transcendent, and tbh that’s the only ratio that matters.
Let minnow if you need anything.
Why did the crab never share anything? Because he was too tightfisted.
Get it? Claws? Fists? …This one’s a stretch. I’m reaching across the ocean floor for this one.
This lobster roll was so good I’m clawing my way back for seconds.
Shell yeah π
Quick sidebar, I spent twenty minutes yesterday trying to come up with a pun about geoduck clams and I’ve got nothing. NOTHING. It’s pronounced “gooey-duck,” which should be comedy gold, and yet. If anyone cracks a good geoduck pun, email me. I’ll venmo you five dollars and credit you on the blog. This is a genuine open bounty.
I’m not trying to be bass-ful about it, this is the best cioppino I’ve ever had.
What’s a fish’s favorite musical instrument? The bass drum.
Ba dum tss. That was the drum, not me.
Went to a seafood buffet and it was off the hook.
I tried cooking with sea cucumbers once. They’re not cucumbers. They’re echinoderms. Same phylum as starfish. I felt deeply betrayed by the naming convention, and also by the texture, which I can only describe as “aggressive jelly.” The pun? Sea cucumbers: when life gives you holothurians, make… actually there’s no good ending to this. The animal itself is the joke.
You’re fintastic.
Sorry. That one was bad even by my standards.
“I asked my dad what he thought of the calamari. He said it was squid pro quo, he’d tell me if I passed the tartar sauce.”
What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?
Dam.
I know it’s simple. I know it’s not even really a seafood pun so much as a fish-adjacent infrastructure pun. But the delivery is everything. You have to say it completely flat. No smile. Just: dam. I’ve been doing this one at parties since 2019 and it has a 100% hit rate. The people who don’t laugh are wrong.
This tuna tartare is to dive for.
Keep your friends close and your anemones closer.
That one’s actually clever and I refuse to apologize for being proud of it.
What do sea urchins charge for their services? A spine-dling fee.
Ngl, that barely works. It’s held together with spit and wishful thinking. Next.
I’m feeling eel today. Might call in sick. Might order sushi instead. The two things are not mutually exclusive.
That salmon’s got a lox of flavor.
Just had the best shrimp scampi of my life and I’m not being shellfish about it, everyone needs to go to this place immediately ππ€
Why don’t oysters donate to charity? Because they’re shellfish.
Wait, did I already use shellfish? I definitely already used shellfish. Whatever. It’s a load-bearing pun. It can appear twice. The tastemade food puns community will forgive me.
A fish swam into a coral reef and said, “I can’t believe I’m stuck between a rock and a hard plaice.”
You’re so sofishticated.
I asked my sushi chef what his secret was. He said, “I just roll with it.” Then he winked. Sushi chefs who wink are either extremely cool or serial killers, and honestly I’m fine with either as long as the uni is fresh.
Tried to explain to my friend what a whelk is. She thought I said “welk” like the retirement community. Now she thinks I eat retirees. Whelks are sea snails, for the record, the kind you find in tidal pools, not in Florida condos. Anyway: I’m having a whelk of a time.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
This paella has me in a good plaice.
(These are ocean puns more than seafood puns. I’m padding. You know it. I know it. We’re in this together now.)
What did the shrimp say to the prawn? “We’re basically the same person and nobody can tell us apart, and honestly? That’s fine.”
That’s not a pun. That’s just a fact about crustacean identity politics. I’m leaving it in.
You’ve got me wrapped around your tentacle.
I went to a crab restaurant and the bill was outrageous. I said, “This is highway crustacea!” The waiter did not laugh. The waiter has heard every crab pun that exists. The waiter is tired. I respect the waiter.
My friend said seafood puns are the lowest form of comedy. I said, “Yeah, well, they’re also the lowest form of the food chain, and look how essential plankton is.” She said that doesn’t even make sense. She’s right. But I said it with confidence, and in comedy that’s kinda the whole game.
“Hey, how was the swordfish?”
“Cut above the rest.”
I’ve been herring a lot about that new fish market on 5th.
This crab cake really made my day. Like, emotionally. I think I was sad before I ate it and now I’m not. That’s not a pun, that’s just what good tastemade food puns, wait, no. That’s what good food does. The puns are a coping mechanism.
What do you call a lazy crawfish?
A slobster.
That’s a crawfish-lobster hybrid pun and I don’t think it actually works but it’s 1am and I’ve written sixty-something fish puns and I think I’ve earned the right to end on a terrible one. If you’ve read this far, you’re either my mom or someone who also thinks “squid pro quo” is peak comedy. Either way, scale ya later. βοΈ
March 14th is the one day a year where math nerds and dessert lovers find themselves on the exact same page, and honestly, it’s beautiful.
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