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Q&AWhat do you call a pickle that travels the world?
Pickle jokes & puns
101 pickle jokes, puns, knock-knocks, pickup lines and Instagram captions, all family-friendly and only slightly sour. Tap for the punchline, copy the good ones, and send the bad ones to someone who deserves it.

What do you call a pickle that travels the world?
Spotted the sticker?
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Where did you spot him?
Spotted: the pickle-man on a sticker wall. Kind of a big dill.
Post it, tag @dillin_around, then send it in with Submit a sighting so it can land on the Brine Map.
The whole jar
A question, a pause, a punchline. Tap to reveal, then groan.
What do you call a pickle that travels the world?
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Short, sour and ready for a T-shirt, a lunchbox note or a group chat.
I’m kind of a big dill around here.
I relish every moment. Especially snack moments.
Dill with it.
No big dill.
I’m in a pickle, and honestly? I love it here.
Pickles: proof that a little time in a jar makes everything better.
I’d tell you a pickle joke, but it’s a little jarring.
Born a cucumber. Brined to be wild.
I tried a pickle pun, but it didn’t cut the mustard.
Pickles never quit. They just get more seasoned.
Spear me the details.
Spear or chip? Truly a dill-emma.
Fortune favors the brined.
Every cucumber deserves a second chance. It’s called pickling.
Keep your friends close and your pickles closer.
Keep calm and brine on.
Find someone who looks at you the way you look at a fresh jar of pickles.
Dill-icious and nutritious. Mostly dill-icious.
Sour on the outside, sweet on the inside. Bread-and-butter energy.
Have a dill-ightful day.
Built for kids, road trips and anyone who can’t resist answering the door.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Dill. Dill who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Brine. Brine who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Pickle. Pickle who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Relish. Relish who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Jar. Jar who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Spear. Spear who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Gherkin. Gherkin who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Cucumber. Cucumber who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Dilly. Dilly who?
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Salt. Salt who?
Cheesy, briny and guaranteed to get a reaction. Not guaranteed to get a date.
You’re kind of a big dill.
Are you a pickle? Because I relish every minute with you.
I’d never take you off my sandwich.
Is your name Brine? Because you make everything better.
Are you a stubborn pickle jar? Because I’m not giving up on you.
I like you a whole jar more than I planned to.
You had me at “extra pickles.”
I’d go through a lot of brine for you.
You’ve got me in a pickle, and I don’t want out.
Do you believe in love at first bite?
You must be a gherkin, because you’re small, sweet and totally my type.
I’m dill-ighted we met.
Can I get your number? I’ll put it on the fridge, right next to the pickles.
Are you a fried pickle? Because you’re hot and I’m not sharing.
Aged in the jar for maximum eye-rolls.
I used to hate pickles. Then they grew on me. On a vine, technically.
Did you hear about the pickle who won the lottery? He’s a dill-ionaire now.
I’m reading a book about pickling. I can’t put it down. Mostly because my hands are sticky.
I asked a pickle how it was doing. It said, “Can’t complain, I’m in a good jar right now.”
I tried writing a pickle joke. It turned out a little sour.
Pickles are like dad jokes: aged, sour and somehow always at the table.
I dropped a jar of pickles on my foot. Good news: no big dill. Bad news: brine in my sock.
I’m on a seafood diet. I see food, I add a pickle.
I told a pickle my secret. Now it won’t stop relishing it.
A cucumber told me it wants to be a pickle. I said, “You’ll have to go through some stuff first.”
My kid said our fridge is ninety percent pickles. What a jarring accusation.
I said I’d make a few pickles. Now we’re in a pickle about where to put forty jars.
Why did Dad put a pickle in the toaster?
Why did the cucumber win an award?
Spotted the pickle-man sticker? Grab a caption, post it and tag @dillin_around.
Spotted: one big dill, just hanging out.
Out here dillin’ around.
Found him. Or he found me. Unclear.
Plot twist: the sticker wall has a pickle.
Relishing this sighting.
Not a big dill. Okay, it’s a huge dill.
Proof the pickle-man gets around.
Main character energy, if the main character were a gherkin.
Sour mood? Not anymore.
Kind of a big dill in this neighborhood.
Spotted in the wild. No jar required.
Taking “stick around” very literally.
Sighting logged. Pickle passport stamped.
Some souvenirs come in jars. This one came on a sticker wall.
He’s everywhere. Dill-ightfully so.
Green flag spotted. Literally.
Pics or it didn’t brine.
Dill-ivered straight to my camera roll.
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