Imagine if anxiety wore a suit, had perfect diction, and walked into a diner to complain about everything while still being polite. That’s the essence of John Mulaney — and these jokes are crafted in that exact chaotic-yet-composed rhythm. Whether you’re channeling your inner “Street Smarts” kid or still blaming everything on your Catholic childhood, this collection of 255+ Mulaney-style jokes is for you.
Each category features 10 original jokes in the style of his dry wit, rapid storytelling, and unexpected punchlines. No impressions necessary — just poor life decisions told charmingly.
Childhood Trauma, But Make It Funny
I was raised Catholic, which means I’m legally required to apologize before I speak.
I once confessed to a priest that I stole a grape. He gave me the same penance as someone who committed arson.
My childhood doctor had a parrot in the exam room. You haven’t known fear until a bird yells “bend over.”
As a child, I thought “alcoholic” meant someone who drinks soda fast. I was a Pepsi problem.
My parents told me I could be anything, but emotionally stable was not on the list.
I learned to swim by sinking. My dad said, “Figure it out, like America did.”
“Go outside!” they said. “Get some air!” So I stood in the driveway and contemplated taxes.
We didn’t have “helicopter parents.” We had “leave-you-at-Home-Depot-and-hope-you-evolve” parents.
I wasn’t grounded as a kid. I was just… unplugged.
My childhood was 30% rug burns and 70% learning that yes, wooden spoons can be weapons.
Awkward Adulting Moments
I have no idea how old I am — somewhere between “uses coins for laundry” and “Googles if this is a heart attack.”
I always say “no worries” when I am, in fact, deeply worried.
I just spent $18 on soap labeled “calm.” It didn’t work.
I wear glasses to look smart, then immediately forget why I walked into a room.
I don’t kill spiders anymore. I give them a lecture on boundaries.
I don’t flirt. I apologize and run away.
I own one towel. It’s more of a suggestion at this point.
I don’t cook — I “apply heat and hope.”
My adult budget is: 40% rent, 30% therapy, 30% buying books I won’t read.
I’m not bad at finances. I’m just allergic to numbers.
School Was a Fever Dream
My teacher once told us, “There are no stupid questions,” and I immediately proved her wrong.
My high school cafeteria had “pizza burgers,” which is both a food and a lawsuit.
We did the Presidential Fitness Test like we were all auditioning for the Marines at 11 years old.
My school mascot was a confused goose. That felt accurate.
Nothing builds trust like a group project where one kid disappears and the other two cry.
Algebra taught me that numbers can have commitment issues.
I didn’t pass chemistry, but I did set a pencil case on fire.
I peaked in 5th grade. Since then, I’ve coasted on charm and fear.
I was in “advanced” math. The only thing advanced was how quickly I gave up.
Show-and-Tell taught me what embarrassment felt like… and that my family was weird.
Health, Anxiety & Why My Body Hates Me
I Googled a headache and WebMD said “ghost in your brain.”
My Fitbit congratulated me for standing up. That’s the level we’re at.
My anxiety has anxiety. They hold meetings.
I once took melatonin and ended up on a conspiracy subreddit.
I sneezed too hard and injured myself.
My health insurance only covers wishing.
My therapist said “name your feelings,” and I went with Carl.
I drank a smoothie and felt superior for 6 minutes.
I can’t tell if I’m having a panic attack or just drank too much cold brew.
I’m not dramatic, but I did once cry over a papercut and rethink my life.
Family Phone Calls That Go Too Far
My mom leaves voicemails like she’s reporting a crime in real time.
My dad answers the phone like it’s the FBI.
My aunt once texted me “Call me when you’re free” in 2009. I still haven’t.
My grandma thinks Facebook is Google and types “why is the moon” in her status.
My cousin invited me to a wedding… in a group chat labeled “Drama.”
My family can start an argument during the greeting.
My uncle uses emojis like cryptic threats.
I once got grounded over a group chat I wasn’t in.
My family communicates in sighs and casseroles.
Every call with my dad ends with “Okay, don’t die.” Comforting.
Traveling While Mildly Unhinged
TSA pulled me aside because I “looked confused.” Fair.
I once got lost in an airport and just… boarded a flight.
I pack like I’m fleeing a scandal.
I asked for a window seat and got a wall with dreams.
I don’t fly well. I tense up during the safety announcements.
My suitcase has one job: betray me loudly.
I traveled with one pair of pants and a gallon of anxiety.
I once booked a hotel that turned out to be a gas station with stairs.
I don’t trust airplanes. They’re just metal birds powered by hope.
Customs asked me if I had anything to declare. I said “crippling self-doubt.”
Overconfident But Absolutely Wrong
I once confidently used a stapler as a hole punch.
I said “you too” to a waiter who told me to enjoy my meal.
I told a baby to “stay strong.” I don’t know why.
I once waved at someone who wasn’t waving at me, so I just kept waving.
I told someone I was a Sagittarius. I am not.
I once joined the wrong Zoom call and stayed for the PowerPoint.
I gave someone directions to a place I made up.
I told my therapist she was projecting.
I quoted Shakespeare in a fight. It didn’t help.
I signed a birthday card “Sincerely.”
Horrible at Time Management
I’m always 15 minutes early or 2 hours late. There’s no middle.
I set 7 alarms and ignore all of them like a polite rebel.
I once got ready for work… on a Sunday.
I lose track of time while brushing my teeth.
I scheduled two things at once and chose neither.
“Be there in 5” means I haven’t left yet.
My planner is just a graveyard of good intentions.
I time anxiety attacks perfectly — 3AM, every time.
I once postponed a nap for no reason.
I use “tomorrow” as a lifestyle.
Weird Things I Do Alone
I narrate my actions like I’m in a BBC documentary.
I rehearse arguments with people who don’t know we’re fighting.
I trip and then pretend I was dancing.
I practice award speeches in the mirror — for awards I’ll never win.
I Google things like “Do bees have thoughts?”
I sing backup vocals for my cat.
I pace when I’m on the phone. I’ve done marathons.
I misplace my phone while using it.
I reenact movie scenes… as all the characters.
I laugh at jokes I might tell someday.
Conversations That Went Off-Rails Fast
“Hey, how are you?” turned into “Why are we here?”
I asked a coworker how their weekend was — we both cried.
I once confused someone’s dog for their child.
A date told me they loved horror movies. I told them my mom yells in whispers.
Someone said “bless you” before I sneezed. I panicked.
I once said “Happy Birthday” at a funeral.
I mistook a pregnant woman for a coat rack.
I tried to sound smart and ended up quoting Shrek.
“Goodnight” accidentally turned into “love you.” We don’t speak anymore.
I told someone they look tired. They weren’t.
Workplace Chaos
I once called my boss “Dad.”
My desk is organized by entropy.
I pretended to be in a meeting to avoid a meeting.
I once accidentally hit “reply all” with a meme.
My Zoom background was a taco for an entire week.
I email “per my last message” when I’m on the edge.
I dress business casual — emphasis on “casual.”
My motivational poster fell down. It was accurate.
I once said “you too” when someone told me good job.
I have 17 tabs open and no clue what any of them are.
Socially Inept But Trying
I once shook someone’s hand and accidentally held it too long.
I laughed too hard at a joke I didn’t hear.
I said “you’re welcome” before they thanked me.
I introduced myself twice in the same conversation.
I misheard someone’s name and just committed to it.
I waved at someone behind me and took the L in silence.
I panicked during small talk and said “weather is so… sky.”
I once congratulated someone on their engagement. They were not engaged.
I high-fived a wall.
I said “I’m sorry” when someone sneezed.
Weirdly Specific Fears
I’m scared of the microwave beeping at night like it’s tattling.
I fear being the last one clapping.
I can’t trust mannequins. They know too much.
I fear emails with “Just circling back…”
I’m terrified I’ll accidentally send a meme to my landlord.
What if I wave and someone doesn’t wave back… ever?
I’m convinced escalators are lying.
I don’t trust elevators with mirrors. That’s too much self-reflection.
I live in fear of calling my teacher “Mom.” Again.
I fear running into someone I know when buying cereal in pajamas.
Millennial Problems
I’m broke but I own 17 houseplants.
I don’t have kids, but I do cry over cartoons.
I pay for 5 streaming services and watch none of them.
I text “lol” when I’m dying inside.
I made avocado toast and now I can’t afford rent.
I romanticize errands to feel alive.
I use Pinterest for imaginary weddings and fake productivity.
I over-apologize. I once apologized to a lamppost.
I answer phone calls with “Sorry, wrong number.”
I don’t own furniture. I curate seating.
Dating Disasters
I once said “I love you” on the first date. To the waiter.
I asked if they liked cats. They said they were allergic. I meowed anyway.
I once got dumped via Spotify playlist.
I asked “what are we?” and they said “confused.”
I planned a picnic. It rained. On purpose.
My date brought their dog. I fell in love with the dog.
I complimented their shoes. They weren’t wearing any.
They said “you’re funny” like it was a red flag.
I once paid with coins and said, “That’s my personality.”
I sent a flirty meme, then my phone died. Spiritually and literally.
Food Logic That Makes No Sense
I once ate cold spaghetti and called it “art.”
I microwave things based on vibes.
I don’t read recipes — I feel them.
I put hot sauce on cereal once. It wasn’t my best day.
I ate lunch at 4 PM and called it a European diet.
I whisper “you got this” to my toast.
I treat leftovers like a trust fall.
My fridge is 80% sauce and shame.
I once used a spoon for steak.
I call every meal “brunch” to feel fancy.
The Grocery Store Is My Comedy Club
I once bought one banana and panicked at the checkout.
I try samples twice like I’m in disguise.
I talk to produce to test ripeness.
I once mistook soy milk for oat shampoo.
I push my cart like it’s a convertible.
I avoid aisles with people I kind-of know.
I panic when asked “Paper or plastic?”
I once paid $10 for basil and cried.
I pretend to know wine terms like “spicy” and “fermented.”
I once held a frozen chicken like it was a baby.
Holidays Are Weird
Thanksgiving is just competitive eating with relatives.
I wrap gifts like they survived a car crash.
Christmas lights make me feel judged.
I once gave someone a candle I stole from their bathroom.
My family argues through casseroles.
I celebrate New Year’s by losing my wallet emotionally.
Halloween? I dress as someone mentally stable.
Easter egg hunts taught me to trust no one.
I fake surprise when unwrapping things I bought.
I’ve re-gifted a re-gift. I’m a monster.
🛌 Insomnia Thoughts at 3AM
What if I’ve been spelling “Wednesday” wrong this whole time?
Why did I tell that joke in 8th grade?
Are birds real?
I could run away and become a lighthouse keeper.
Do spiders dream?
What if I accidentally married someone in Vegas once?
Is cereal soup?
Did I lock the door?
Should I start a podcast about cheese?
Did I accidentally reply-all today?
Jokes About Ending Jokes
This joke ends… when you least expect it.
Thank you, I’ll be here forever.
That’s all, folks. Unless I remember more.
I said “one more joke” 14 jokes ago.
I can’t leave until I say something awkward. Done.
I’ll let myself out… emotionally.
My closer is also my opener.
Goodnight, sweet memes.
I don’t say goodbye. I vanish.
THE END. (For now.)
FAQs
What’s a “John Mulaney-style” joke?
Dry delivery, unexpected twists, anxious energy, and oddly specific storytelling.
Can I use these jokes in conversation?
Absolutely — just don’t blame us when people laugh and cry.
Are these jokes clean?
Yes! They’re clever, awkward, and suitable for PG-13 storytelling.
How do I write my own Mulaney-style jokes?
Start with a true story. Add panic. Add weird detail. Finish with sarcasm and confidence.
Why are these jokes so relatable?
Because everyone has childhood trauma and hates group projects.
Can I use these for stand-up?
Sure! Just give them your spin — and credit the chaos.
Is John Mulaney a good theme for parties or captions?
Yes! Add “chaotic neutral” energy and you’ve got it.
What makes his jokes different from other comedians?
Narrative structure, clean phrasing, dry voice — and the vibe of a well-dressed raccoon.
Are these jokes good for memes?
Perfect! Add a sad clown or dog in a suit for full effect.
Where can I get more themed joke collections?
Right at PunsPlanet.com — we’ve got puns, themed humor, and awkward laughs galore.
Conclusion
John Mulaney-style humor reminds us that the most ridiculous things are also the most human — from awkward pauses to bizarre childhood stories, overexplaining to underperforming. His jokes take spiraling chaos and wrap it in charm and pressed slacks.
So go ahead — tell that joke, embarrass yourself slightly, and remember: if life gives you lemons, retell the story 12 years later… onstage, in a suit.
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