You're gonna know, if I have beef with somebody, then one of us is just falling out.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Beef is beef, you know. Beef comes, so Beef is real.
There are occasions when I've had beef, but I generally tend to avoid it, as a nod towards my parents' culture.
We count on winning. And if we lose, don't beef. And the best way to prevent beefing is - don't lose.
Yes, beef is what was for dinner last night. Tonight it will be my dinner, and it will continue to be.
I see people having fits because their coffee is too hot or their baked potato is too cold, or some random something is imperfect and somebody can be blamed for it. These people can fly off the handle and nobody says, 'Too much beef will do that to a person.' If it's a vegan: a clear case of alfalfa sprout poisoning.
I have been heartbroken once and it has affected all my relationships from there on. But now I look at it as a occupational hazard. If you are in the meat market at some point you are gonna get mad cows disease.
The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.
I think that you never fall out of love with somebody, you just let go and move on.
I run into a lot of people who are instantly filled with ridicule at the idea that someone wouldn't eat meat.
I don't have beef with nobody.