The act of defecating on the bed when you’re always angry at your significant other. Spesifically at their side of the bed.
The cleaning lady found fecal matter on the left side of the bed. Security was told that it was a practical joke gone horribly wrong. Samples taken from the fecal matter confimed that it came from a human.
The loud arguments heard the night before the incident suggested that this was indeed a revenge shit.
When you make or commission literal trash that contains someone else's OC(s) because you dislike the person who made said OC(s).
This guys art is perfect for revenge art.
When your father takes care of you and wipes your butt for all those years to get back at your mom.
Son: "Daddy, why did you take care of me and wipe my butt for all those years?"
Daddy: "Son, I was getting back at your mom with a little bit of dirty revenge."
Stalking someones online profiles and being so angry at who they are and so empty yourself that you copy and paste from their life, becoming them as a way of getting back at them.
She was so upset at the attention a new girl in the group got that she began revenge identity stalking her.
the imaginary leftovers on your fingertips after enacting some sweet revenge
After I got some payback on Steve for breaking my windshield by slashing his tires, there was still some revenge residue on my hands. I licked every finger in front of him. It was awesome.
When a man is about to cum from fellatio. His partner sticks their nostril on his dick hole and snorts his load like a fat rail of cocaine.
Bro, last night that Columbian hooker finished my blowjob off with Escobar’s Revenge!
Synonymous with coke shits.
Similar to how foreigners drinking water in Mexico can lead to diarrhea and other symptoms being known as Montezuma’s Revenge, this burning-ass ordeal can be attributed to the ghost of Pablo Escobar laughing maniacally upon seeing somebody locked to the toilet with wretched diarrhea after a night of binging cocaine.
Person 1: Dude, I haven’t been able to leave the bathroom for an hour. I’m not saying I regret splitting an eight-ball with you and the gang last night, but holy fuck my asshole is on fire.
Person 2: Don’t I know it. Your digestive tract was overstimulated from all the blow - it’s Escobar’s Revenge, brother.