Mushrooms are yuck as fuck... I hate how they taste, I hate the texture, I hate those gross little bristly thingies on the underside that bugs can easily crawl into, I hate how they grow... but for some reason I do kinda like the fact that the wrong ones can literally kill you.
I like the magic variety, but not for the taste... usually I boil those ones down and make tea.
So a mushroom walks into a bar... The bartender says "You have to leave, we don't serve mushrooms here." The mushroom replies "Awe, why? I'm a fun guy."
Life is like a box of chocolates, it doesn't last as long for fat people.