My husband calls yoga "Laying on the couch" he's Irish , now we know.

Sully, Can he finish the toast?
UP THE REPUBLIC AND.....

From the Urban Dictionary;
TOP DEFINITION
IRISH YOGA
After a night of HEAVY drinking and passing out in a very strange position

Here's some good ones;
https://runt-of-the-web.com/irish-yoga-poses#4

Yep, then he has Irish yoga mastered.lol

Good one CT. LMAO very strange positions. I think I've done that a time or two.

Thanks Coin just 2 Fuh Ney
Though I might add a few to the fun fest
Trul,y laughter is the best medicine!
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More Funny Jokes;
                          
                                        
     WHAT CAUSES ARTHRITIS?
                                        
                                        A man smelling of booze and cigarettes sat down on a subway next to a priest.  His tie was stained, there was red lipstick on his collar and face and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.  He opened his newspaper and began reading.
                                        
After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Tell me Father, do you happen to know what causes arthritis?"
                                        
The priest replies, "My son, it's caused by loose living, consorting with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."
                                        
     The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be ed", then returned to his paper.
                                        
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.  "I'm very sorry.  I didn't mean to come on so strong.  How long have you had arthritis?"
                                        
The man answered, "I don't have it, Father.  I was just reading here that the Pope suffers from it."
                                        
MORAL: Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.
                                         
                                        
                                        
HONESTY It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon.
                                        
All the children were invited to come forward.
                                        
One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress.  Is it your Easter Dress?"
                                        
     The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."
                                         
                                        
                                        
          MATH LESSONS A little boy was doing his math homework.  He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven.
                                        
          Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine..."
                                        
          His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?"
                                        
          The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom."
                                        
          "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked.
                                        
"Yes," he answered.
                                        
Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher, "What are you teaching my son in math?"
                                        
The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition."
                                        
The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?"
                                        
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."
                                         
                                        
                              
WHO’S YOUR DADDY A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.  Sugarbrown's daughter."
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