My giant mushroom

I ordered a large garlic mushroom at the pub. When it was brought to my table, the mushroom said its name was Bill. He spent half an hour cracking jokes and telling stories. He got a round of beers in for the whole table. He made a few calls and got us tickets to a rock concert.

He was a real fungi to be with.

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