Saturday is the best day of the week. It is the perfect time to forget about work and focus on fun. We all need a good laugh to start the weekend right.
These seventy-five funny quotes are here to make you smile. They celebrate the joy of sleeping in and doing nothing at all.
Read them to brighten your mood. Let these silly words help you enjoy every single second of your Saturday.
Funny Saturday Quotes That Make Weekends Even Better
Saturday is my favorite athlete because it always goes the distance.
My bed and I have a very serious relationship on Saturdays, but my alarm keeps trying to break us up.
I’m not lazy; I’m just on Saturday saving mode.
Saturday: the day my coffee tastes like hope and my pajamas feel like a tuxedo.
If Saturday had a face, I would kiss it right on the mouth.
My Saturday plans include doing nothing and then resting afterward.
I told myself I would be productive today, but Saturday and I both knew I was lying.
Dear Saturday, I love you more than Friday, and that’s saying a lot.
Saturday is the day the laundry looks at me and I just look right back.
I have a high-intensity workout planned: it’s called lifting the remote.
The only marathon I run on Saturdays is a 12-episode series on the couch.
Saturday is the only day where “brunch” is a legally binding contract.
My brain has a “closed for the weekend” sign hanging on it until Monday.
Saturday: because “doing nothing” is actually a very busy schedule.
I’m in a committed relationship with my pillow, and Saturday is our anniversary.
Saturday is the day I finally find out what the bottom of my cereal bowl looks like.
I wish I could hit “snooze” on the entire world until Sunday morning.
Saturday morning coffee hits different when you don’t have a boss to impress.
My house was clean last week; sorry you missed it, it’s Saturday now.
Saturday should come with a “pause” button and a “refill” light.
I’m not saying I’m a superhero, but I’ve never been seen and Saturday morning chores in the same room.
Saturday is the day my pants become optional and my snacks become essential.
On Saturdays, “on time” means whenever I finally decide to get out of bed.
I put the “pro” in procrastination every Saturday morning.
Saturday is a day for dreams, naps, and snacks that require zero cooking.
My Saturday to-do list is just a piece of paper I use as a coaster for my tea.
If you see me out on a Saturday, please know I was forced or there is food.
Saturday: the only day where I can be productive at being unproductive.
I’m practicing for my future career as a professional napper this Saturday.
Saturday is the day my hair decides to go on its own wild adventure.
I treat Saturday like a precious gem, mostly by keeping it hidden under my blankets.
My favorite Saturday hobby is judging my past self for having a Monday morning.
Saturday is the only day that makes the other six days feel like a mistake.
I’m not ignoring my responsibilities; I’m just giving them a Saturday break.
Saturday: the bridge between “I’m tired” and “I’m still tired, but with snacks.”
Every Saturday, I win the award for “Most Likely to Stay in PJs All Day.”
Saturday morning is the only time I feel like a functional human without a deadline.
I followed my heart today, and it led me straight back to the couch.
Saturday: the day I look at the gym and the gym looks at me and we both laugh.
My Saturday goal is to breathe, eat, and repeat until the sun goes down.
Saturday is the day I try to remember what my coworkers’ names are and fail.
I’m currently accepting applications for someone to do my Saturday chores.
Saturday is the day my bank account and I agree to have a very quiet talk later.
The best thing about Saturday is that Sunday hasn’t realized it’s next yet.
Saturday is my spirit animal, mostly because it sleeps twelve hours a day.
I’m not messy; I’m just enjoying a “Saturday-themed” home decor style.
Saturday: the day I trade my coffee for a beverage that doesn’t care about my focus.
My Saturday routine involves a lot of staring at the fridge until food appears.
I’m officially on Saturday time, which is approximately four hours behind real life.
Saturday is the day I let my inner child run the house, mostly by eating cereal for dinner.
I’m allergic to any Saturday activity that requires me to wear real shoes.
Saturday is the only day that understands my deep need for silence and pizza.
My Saturday morning workout consists of stretching to reach the charger.
Saturday is the day I finally forgive Friday for taking so long to get here.
I’m not lost; I’m just on a Saturday detour through my kitchen.
Saturday: the day I become a professional at absolutely nothing.
If Saturday were a person, I’d buy them dinner and never let them leave.
Saturday is the day I stop checking my email and start checking my snacks.
My favorite Saturday sound is the sound of my alarm clock being turned off.
Saturday: the only day that doesn’t judge me for having three breakfasts.
I’m saving all my energy on Saturday so I can use it to complain on Monday.
Saturday is the day I find out how many hours of TV a human can actually handle.
Saturday is the only day where my “out of office” reply is a lifestyle choice.
My Saturday is going exactly as planned: I haven’t done anything yet.
Saturday: the day my phone stays at 100% because I’m too busy napping to use it.
I’m not lazy; I’m just highly motivated to do nothing this Saturday.
Saturday is the day I realize my house is actually quite nice when I’m not working.
My Saturday vibe is somewhere between “nap time” and “snack time.”
Saturday: the day I pretend my laundry is a mountain I’m not ready to climb.
I’m not sure what day it is, but it feels like a very “Saturday” kind of Saturday.
Saturday is the day I celebrate the fact that I don’t have to be a “grown-up” for 24 hours.
My Saturday plan is to be as useless as the “g” in lasagna.
Saturday is the day I treat my bed like a five-star resort.
I’m not procrastinating; I’m just enjoying a very long Saturday preamble.
Saturday is the only day that makes me believe I can actually handle life again.
