Where is the beef? I dunno, who’s chewing? Who’s feeding the proverbial beef? What gave birth to it and notarized it as beef?What if beef was something more sinister than any homonym correlation could define? What do words mean to you? Did you know that Shakespeare coined well over 1500 words we use in the English language today? He MADE UP the meanings to these words and all of a sudden they are the gospel. These were words that didn’t make it into the English language via product placement. Surely iPod and MySpace will enjoy a listing in the new Oxford edition sooner or later. My personal favorite Billy Shakespeare creation, “Jaded”.

v. jad·ed - To wear out, as by overuse or overindulgence.

Where is the fucking beef? I still don’t understand what this means but it’s surely jaded. Maybe beef is a delicate balance between the world of sanity and mad cow. If you stop eating this tainted beef does the stomachache go away? Will your taste buds shrivel and rebuke at the thought of locating the beef? Surely the beef is jaded.

If magically beef existed in your world and not in someone else’s would you share your beef? Would it even matter? Would you just spoil their good time while they went searching for the beef? Is the beef the ending to a story or the beginning of a new one? Life after death, or life after beef? Beef, the other psychotically inducing placebo. Beef, your problem not mine? Just beef it? I’m beefin it? Go beef yourself!

Beef the misconception of jadedness. All this beef bullshit is jaded as fuck. Do I have beef? If you’ve been paying attention WE have no idea what it is. So how can you judge? Remember, I’m just jaded.