Golden or dark, bitter or sweet, lift me high with cheer when friends all meet.

On the road, it's bad. On a sandwich, it's tasty. On a stage, it rocks out. On a court, it's a stuff. What is it?

They crash on your couch and eat all the cookies you just bought in the blink of an eye. In fact, they'd empty the entire fridge, given the chance. They leave the milk on the counter, they keep you up at night... And still, you welcome them into your home every single day. You're even happy to see them!

Smiling sound? Melting gold? Stinky stuff, Sometimes with mold.

If there’s a haystack, I’m in it. If you like idioms, I will tease or provoke you.