The smell of Flatulence.
Come on Chelsea! No one wants to smell your beef.
The Act of having some type of problem or argument towards someone who is awesome-er than the person who currently is the holder of beef.
"Bro! why are you screaming at me?! You got beef!"
The enduring remnant of a night spent cleaning your prolapsed anal cavity. Using a cotton tube sock to achieve the necessary cleaning with the correct amount of reparative dexterity.
Mom: You want your laundry done honey? What about your socks?
Bill: NO MOM! Please, that's just on old beef sock. Ted and I were trying something...
When a woman fills her anal cavity with a large anal plug causing diarrhea to flow out of the vagina.
Damn Girl, that Beef Creek is running.
The specific beef inside of lasagna
Let's go get the lasagna beef from the store.