Recycling jokes

What do turtles and lesbians have in common? They both choke on plastic.

You're so poor you wash paper plates.

I would tell you a recycling joke.

But I’m afraid it’d just be reused over and over.

I hate my job—all I do is crush cans all day. It’s soda pressing.

When it comes to recycling toilet paper, you really need to process the crap out of it.

How do you recycle a condom? Turn it inside out and shake the f *ck out of it!

Yep, if someone says to you, "I can't roast trash," say, "Well, some trash is used for recycling, and that is why you have a baby brother!"

What do you call a trash bin for 9/11?

Osama Bin Laden.

How is toilet paper recycled?

Easier than you would think, but first they have to process the crap out of it.

Did you hear of my new job as a can crusher? It's soda pressing.

You know why I hate paper? It's TEAR-able to the environment.

I took the trash to the recycling bin, and two days later, my mom asked me, "Where's your sister?" I said, "In the recycling line to be turned into a bottle."

My mom told me to recycle the trash. I guess I’m taking you for another bike ride!

Why does this category seem to have the most retold and recycled jokes on this website?

I was gonna tell you a pun about a bin but,

bin there, done that.

You know bins????

They're trash!

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Sometimes I get jealous when my phone dies.

Why do orphans love boomerangs? Because they actually come back.

I couldn’t quite remember how to throw a boomerang, but eventually it came back to me.

Hey guys, I’m back, just wondering if anyone is still on this that wants me to make more.

One man's trash is another man's treasure... Wonderful saying, horrible way to find out you're adopted.