Today we call Munro.... or do we? In this ultra-special episode we discuss fatherhood, making money off various pieces of dubious intellectual property, Magnus Carlsen, the number of darts in a set, tournament winnings, the hardest sport, being good at various things, why the olympics are stupid, mountaineering, weight loss, and pretty much everything related to legendary sporting achievement. We also explore other avenues of culture and entrepreneurship by marinading our brainboxes in thoughts of Lenin, the incometence of Jurassic Park, clone dogs, castration, and selling Brad Pitt to the public (cruelty-free). We get an unexpected and unprecedented voicemail before we once again slip into the endless void for yet another week. Enjoy!

In today's soul-crushing episode Ragnar has great discussion topics and presents them lucidly and in entertaining fashion, but gets nothing but vitriol, mockery, and abuse in return. Ragnar muses on carrot cake, he teaches the boys about oysters and pearls, and he helps the others realize that milk and honey are products of slave labor. Due to Ragnar's great conversational skills, the boys also discuss fines, hot people tricking you into drinking and driving, water levels, mayonnaise alchemy, they define what a billion is for all you multinational boys and girls, they name bald men, and mention veganism like three hundred times. There are some shitty voicemails but some decent skills. And a fucking tower of giraffes my ass, absolute nonsense...

Good morning dear friends. Today on this glorious Monday we celebrate our SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY! To mark the occasion we talk about various things. These things include, but are not limited to, drug dealers, Professor David Nutt, the neuroscience of helmet use, Midsomer Murders, and various forms of football. We debate the merits of vets and doctors which really sheds light on Guðjón's lack of empathy, and we discuss snitching which really sheds light on Munro's views on Edward Snowden. We close it out by having another heated argument which we hope isn't a sign of our honeymoon period being over after just half a year. We also don't mention poo once. Not once. Not. Once.

Outro song is Feel (feat. Seth Sharp) by brikcs. Check it out on Spotify.

This week we keep it short and sweet, sort of. We begin by dissecting annoying people (metaphorically) and we determine when they're more and when they're less annoying. We also discuss certain individuals who should probably not have done the things they did in the manner that they did them, and we determine whether there are any indications that Ragnar's giardia test won't go quite like any of us would like to hope. Munro's excellent doctoring skills once again shine ever so bright. We watch a commercial together, which is maybe not quite up there with the garlic and duct tape experiments of old but you'll just have to make do and stop complaining. We then wrap things up by taking on all afflictions of the mind, body, and soul as we guide you on the path towards earthly salvation. Don't end up with egg on your face. Don't let your mother down.

In today's jam-packed 'sode, we kick it off with a discussion of Guy Fawkes, cheese rolling, and barrel burning, which eventually results in an official endorsement of chaos, looting, and rioting. As our title suggests, we also wonder what takes the cake as the single greatest human achievement, before we answer the age-old question of whether you can get athlete's foot in the jungle. We throw around a bunch of words like chalazion and dihydrogen oxide before diving deep into the philosophy of Men in Black and life as a goat. We hear Munro get genuinely angry, hurt, and offended for the first time (guess whose fault that was), and we shit all over all sorts of awards that we have never gotten and most probably will never get. This list includes the Nobel Peace Prize, the Grammies, the Oscars, and more. We wrap it up after talk of taxidermy, coffins hanging off cliffs, circumcision practice kits, and promises of discussion topics to come. Good Lord.

In today's episode we talk too much about poop, probably. Nothing new there. We talk about other things too, though, like ceilidhs, polygamy, smelling diseases, and behavioural economics. We figure out how to maximize the amount of you there is to love, table snacks are for some ridiculous reason a thing, and Munro officially wants the FCC's Fairness Doctrine adopted on the podcast. Our skills are sort of bad but, again, they might save your life one day. If that's not enough for you then stay tuned because there are great things on the horizon. Next week there will be a celebrity guest and we will be winning a Nobel Prize in the near future. Thanks, Livia!

This week's episode is great. We're really getting good at this bullshit. After an early but brief intermission due to a beer-related mishap, we stick to what we're good at by diving into some classic pee chat. We mention Guðjóns astrology skills before really gunning for that sponsorship from timesofindia.indiatimes.com/life-style. Teeth, bones, and 17-year-old Joseph Minala lead us into a classic Calling Munro "debate" on feelings, scientism, and why economics is stupid (sorry Livia). We then wrap it all up with some parenting wisdom, beauty tips, and aural health advice. We also get the weirdest voicemail and I guess we apologize for it.

In today's episode we introduce Livia, the latest member of the Calling Munro team... whether she likes it or not. We also read out some listener-submitted names for Guðjón's still fictional dog. We do more than just administrative things, though, and discuss whether having a baby is really any better than getting drunk, how quidditch is a terrible sport, dick snakes, and how it's not actually any better to wake up early (looking at you, Mark Wahlberg!). We also reach the conclusion that art is better than science, and that linguistics is a hella dope subject. We forget to listen to our voicemail and the skill is kinda meh but there is a universe where it could save your life. Once again Guðjón absolutely kills it with the funniest line on the podcast. Shout out to Geoffrey Pullum.

In this week's sweeeet episode we kick it off BDSM style by discussing pain, doing a little bit of roleplay, and eventually contemplating the entwined subjects of suicide by constipation and the fact that Munro is fueling the opiate epidemic. We also talk about supreme engineering feats such as the potato cannon and the Bug-a-Salt, before moving onto poo transplants, depressed mice, unwanted pets, Stupid McStupidnames, and how Deadpool sucks. Towards the tail end things really heat up as Ragnar shares a new culinary revolution and Guðjón tells what is actually the best joke in the world. No sarcasm, it's actually the best joke. Oh and also there's a poll, sort of.

This week we have an unexpected debate. We start things off relatively calmly by discussing acceptable baby names, suicide bridges, octopus intelligence, and the underrated ability to squeeze through keyholes. We establish that Deadpool is actually not a good movie and is not funny, and that problem solving is a smarter thing than playing. For the pièce de résistance we then decide to really ask ourselves whether charity is in fact a good thing, or if it simply props up a status quo that is neither by nor for the people. Or maybe we just talk out of our respective assholes and get nowhere.