Why do sandwiches never retire? They just re-bread themselves.
What did the ham sandwich say to the sadtomato? “I’m here—you mayo nays away.”
What’s a sandwich’s financial adviser? The loaf office.
What did the sandwich say at the talent show? “I’m on a roll!”
What do you call a divine sandwich? Holy toast!
What’s a sandwich’s favorite treat? PeanutButterand Jellybeans.
How do sandwiches greet each other? “Lettuce meet!”
What do you say to flirt with a sandwich? “You’re the bun for me.”
What do you call a sketchy sandwich? A pita questionable!
Why do sandwiches make terrible secret agents? They’re always spilling the beans.
Where do misfit sandwiches go? The hemmed café!
What’s a tech-savvy sandwich called? Bluetoothwich.
What do you call a wise sandwich? Sagewich.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite sport? Roll-er derby.
What’s a sandwich’s least favorite exercise? The breadmill!
Why don’t sandwiches argue? They prefer peace of bread.
How do sandwiches end a relationship? “We’re toast!”
What’s a sandwich’s favorite horror movie? “The Texas Toast Massacre.”
Why was the sandwich afraid of the oven? It had a lot to toast.
What’s a sandwich’s ideal vacation spot? Sub-marine land.
How do fancy sandwiches dance? With a little rye-thm.
Why did the panini fail the math test? It couldn’t handle the pressure.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite kind of movie? Buns of Steel.
What’s a sandwich’s motto? “Stack attack!”
What’s a sandwich’s favorite painting? “The Starry Rye.”
What’s a sandwich mafia? A roll-in gang.
Why don’t sandwiches like driving at night? They hate the traffic jams.
Why don’t sandwiches ever get lost? They’ve got loaves of directions.
Why did the BLT break up with its partner? Too much bacon.
How do sandwiches propose? “I loaf you with all my bread.”
What’s a top-secret sandwich called? Stealthwich.
Why did the sandwich get detention? It was always loafing around.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite classic film? “Breadman Begins.”
What did one sandwich say to the other at the gym? “You should work on your core.”
What’s another term for a dreamy sandwich? Fantasywich.
Why can’t sandwiches stop talking? They’re just full of bologna.
Why did the sandwich win a race? It had an unbeatable sub-jump!
What’s a sandwich’s favorite state? Maine—because it’s sandwich heaven!
How do sandwiches apologize? “I crumb in peace.”
What’s a sandwich’s favorite dessert? Bread pudding—extra doughy.
What’s the sandwich’s favorite social media? Insta-bread.
How do sandwiches communicate? Via crumbs.
Where do sandwiches like to party? At the grill house.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite country?Turkey.
Where do sandwiches surf? At the bread break.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite genre of books? Baguette’s epics.
How do sandwiches stay so charming? They’re just naturally chedd-artful.
Why did the sandwich go to school? It wanted to be a little smarter.
Why did the sandwich bring a ladder to the bar? It heard the drinks were on the house.
What’s a sandwich’s favorite type of music? Heavy-ish metal.
Garnish yourself with joy.
Whey to make a pun!
You’re the zest, sandwich critic!
Jamais vu that coming!
Served on a silver pun-ter.
Feeling like a hero with these one-bites.
Mayo this pun brighten your day.
The only cure-ry for hangry is a good sub.
Sub-mitted a pun contest entry, hope submarine!
Did you hear about the sad sandwich? It lost its bologna-dentity.
Pickle of a time crafting this list!
I loaf you so much.
I’m on a roll with these!
Let’s brie friends forever.
I’ll rye-ght here all week!
Don’t crouton around!
I relish a good pun-t.
Ciabatta call for pun support!
Breadsticks and stones may break my bones…
Stack of smiles!
This pun is sand-witching the others.
Ham puns are really rare, but when you find one, it’s a deli-cious treat!
Cue-ban music for sandwich dancing.
Sliced through the competition.
My sandwich has layers, like anonion-t!
Lettuce humor run through the loaves.
The sandwich went missing; police say it was on the lamb.
Wrap your mind around this!
Panini’s patience or yourketchupmild.
Pumpernickle-d my funny bone.
Lettuce relish the moment.
Bagel, the ultimate pun-less hero.
Don’t rye on me to stop.
Focaccia face, pun style!
Had a bread-y good time.
This sub got deep.
You butter watch out for puns.
Subtly done with a pun touch.
Hero up with snacks!
It’s toast to be here.
A rye smile says it all.
It’s all about the jam session.
The meatball sub rolled into town.
Don’t get yourself in a jam.
Bread-crumbs lead me to pun-town.
It’s bacon to look a lot like breakfast.
Roti there for a moment.
I found myself in apickle.
Chillin’ with my grillin’ skills.
Roll away, pun master!
You’re the baguette to my heart.
We can ketchup on love later.
We’re a match, truly ‘un-bread-heard of’.
You’re the cheese to my ham.
You’ve filled my heartwich.
You make my heart club.
Our love’s on the rise.
Lettuceturnipthe love!
You’re my roll-mate for life.
You’re the perfect batch.
You’re the jelly to my peanut butter.
You’re my sunny-side up.
Our love’s a sandwich, stacked high.
We make a great dill.
You’re top sandwich in my story.
There’s naan like you.
You’re my roll-model of love.
Our heartwich is filled with joy.
I’m always pining for you like a pine sandwich.
We mayo be perfect for each other.
Our romance is a real zesty zing.
I’m completely won over and that’s naan-negotiable.
We go together like pita and hummus.
Our love’s a deli-ghtful journey.
Let’s avo-cuddle forever.
You’re so gouda to me.
You’re hot like a panini.
You’re assweetas brioche.
I’ve found my one and only club.
We’ve got a sub-lime connection.
You’re my one true sub-mission.
You make me crumble with excitement.
Sandwiches and kisses—the perfect mix.
I’d sandwich the world to be with you.
We’re toast in the best way possible!
I’m bready when you are.
I’m falling in love, slice by slice.
There’s a baguette in my step thanks to you.
Never lettuce get stale.
Our love is flan-tastic!
You’re flamazing—just my jam!
You’re crum-believably special.
You make my heart ‘whole-grain’.
We’ve got a sandwich-making chemistry.
You’re my partner-in-sandwich.
You’re my main squeeze—no baloney.
Our love cannot be sandwiched in.
You’re the toast of my life!
You’re the rye one for me.
You’re my honey, truly!
Lettuce always relish the good thyme we spend together.
Sandwich and I played hide-and-seek, it got ‘tuna-you.’
Big sandwiches leave no buns unturned.
My sandwich book has a lot of puns, it’s a toast-al favorite.
I met a sandwich exploring space; it wasn’t afraid to ‘launch.’
Bread got to witness a sand-witchcraft show.
At the bakery, I always glance at those sexy sub-names.
I make a sandwich whenever I’m down, just to feel up-to-baguette.
If sandwiches played soccer, they’d goal most of their loaf-a-life.
If I plant a lettuce seed, this sandwich will soon ‘sand-cucumber.’
Submitting to my appetite, those sandwiches really do have mayo-netic attractions.
Sandwiches do yoga daily, they need flexibility in their ‘rolls.’
If cheese were on stage, it would be ‘brea-dily’ apparent.
Each time I finish my sandwich, it’s a bittersweet deli-moon.
If you ask for advice, sandwiches say, “First, get your bread in order.”
What did the sandwich say at the party? “Let’s roll on with this bun-anza!”
Sandwiches explore the countryside, seeking the crumb-trail.
Sandwich actors play bun-derful roles on stage.
That sandwich has layers, it’s truly ‘sandwitchy.’
Sometimes, I sandwich you were here.
That sandwich sure ischeesy, it’sgoudabrie my BFF!
I told my sandwich it was art, now it thinks it’s a sub-limemasterpiece.
When sandwiches tell secrets, they butter keep it low-key.
Sandwiches with zen master: “Let it go, now rye would I?”
Toasty sandwiches like to ‘butter’ you up with their kindness.
Fluffy white bread is in full grain control.
When sandwiches go camping, they always pack their flanwiches.
This sandwich is feeling saucy, it’s going to grill the competition.
My sandwich talks in riddles, it said it likes to keep things ‘rappin.’
The baguette screamed, “Rock on, grain-eral!”
I told my sandwich a secret, now it’s in a pickle.
I asked my sandwich if it needed a lift, it said, “No thanks, I’m already on a roll.”
My sandwich is a star, it’s just a-bread ahead of its thyme.
Flatbreads gathered for their ’round-table’ discourse.
I’m ham-bread and full of pun-matoes.
A sandwich walked into a bar, “What’s crackin’, this is a deli-ma!”
I told my sandwich it was incredible, now it’s feeling sub-stitious.
That sandwich always says, ‘deli-gence is my secret to success.’
Sandwiches and my heart divided like PB and J.
My sandwich strives to be a legend, it wants to be a sub-pernova.
I loaf you more than bacon and rye bread.
The naan said to the bun, “Gosh, you’re naan-existent.”
Do you want to ketchup with a sandwich? It always ‘sinks’ outside the box.
Sandwiches prefer to chive in on crunchy debates.
Sandwiches exhale after a long day: “Thank goodness, un-sandwiched.”
When my sandwich became mayor, it was a ‘grill-eat’ success!
Hold the mayo, my sandwich is feeling extra-aonnaise.
If a sub’s feeling down, it calls its hot ‘dog.’
I found a sandwich that’s the whole grain-truth.
When my sandwich became president, it ran on a bread-form of change.