I love telling jokes too but I'm afraid I'm not as good as some at it either. I have a young friend (in his late 20s) that I trade jokes with often and the ones I tell him I usually find here. Here is one he told me and I shared it on here a while back but as I said above I'm not that good at telling a joke and it didn't get many good reviews.

Two old trees are standing in the forest. The thing about trees is you either like your neighbor or you don’t. If you don’t like your neighbor you’re in for a miserable existence because it’s not like you can get up and move to somewhere else. As it happens though these two trees were fast friends and had grown up together and were over 100 years old. However, even the best of friends have their disagreements.
Such was the case with these two trees because one day they noticed there was a young sapling growing up between them and they started arguing over which of them was the father.
Mr. Beech said it must be a son of a beech and Mr. Birch said it must be a son of a birch! Neither could tell which though because they were both so tall they couldn’t see all the way down to where the young tree was growing.
They argued daily over this until one day a woodpecker came and landed on a branch of Mr. Beech.
“Excuse me, Mr. Woodpecker,” said Mr. Beech. “My good friend Mr. Birch and I have been arguing for the longest time as to which of us may be the father of that young sapling between us. I say it must be a son of a Beech while my esteemed colleague says it can only be a son of a birch. Could you please fly down and take a look so we can settle our argument?”
The woodpecker said he would be happy to help them out and flew down to the young sapling below.
We all know that trees are very patient beings but the woodpecker was gone for a couple of hours and even a tree knew that something like this shouldn’t take a very long time.
It was getting late when the woodpecker finally flew back up to tell them what he had found out.
“So Mr. Woodpecker,” asked Mr. Birch, “which of us is the young tree a descendent of?”
Mr. Woodpecker sighed and said, “I’m sorry, but you are both wrong. It is neither a son of a birch nor a son of a beech.”
Both of the old trees were astonished. “Then what could it be?” they both asked.
“That, my friends,” said Mr. Woodpecker, “is the finest piece of ash I’ve ever had my pecker in.”

I posted this one here a couple of years ago. This one is near Spartanburg S.C.

I saw this on my way to a party in Aiken S.C.

I would also recommend Turkey Creek just outside of Bryson City. It's just down the hill from the Nantahala Gorge and just around the corner from the Little Tennessee River. There are supposed to be some good waterfalls nearby but I haven't had the time to find them.

That right there was funny.

Someone told me that the Lion Katie Perry rode during this year's halftime show might be the only lion we'll ever see in the Super Bowl.

Did you hear about the two cannibals that ate a clown?
One said, "Does this taste funny to you?"

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I remember the first time I had sex, boy was I scared...I was all alone.

My wife's a lousy cook. Last week the flies pitched in to fix the hole in the screen door.

I told the bell hop at the hotel to grab my bags...he started feeling up my wife! I said who said you could do that? He replied "Everybody!"

My daughter was voted most likely to conceive.

I told the cabby to take me to where the action is. He took me to my house!

Google worlds oldest trophy. The Grey Cup isn't even in the top 10.

I didn't get to see this years final. Once again American football ruled the airwaves here. I can't remember the last time we had some Canadian football on tv.

Thank you for an original joke. Haven't seen that one here before.

The obvious response is that many musicians can't sing and play at the same time. I am affected by this particular problem myself. I have been in several bands and find it hard to do more than occasional back-up vocals while playing bass.

Was turned on to Toots in my early 20s. Been a big fan ever since.

I had an uncle who once said, "I still like to look at young beautiful women, but for the life of me I can't remember why!"

Looks like Hoyt-Clagwells from Green Acres...