The old man said "I don't know any jokes, but I know a few limericks."

I am a collector of jokes. I love them, even bad ones. Especially bad ones. You guys know, right? C'mon, how many times have you groaned at me?

He was a fisherman in the Bering Straight, made bank, and bought land. He’s on his second cabin, also his last. He’s “fixing to die at some point”.

Sooner rather than later:

There once was a man from Nantucket,
whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with chagrin,
as he wiped off his chin,
‘If my ear was a butt
I would fuck it.’

I laughed for five minutes, simply because he said “chagrin”.

“What do you do?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Wander. I came here to die, I think.”

“Hey, me too. I escaped from Utah in the 60s. Soon, we’ll both be out of here altogether. Me first, though.”

He winked at me and bought another shot.