You. Guyz. THE EXPENDABLES 2.
It is like a delicious plate of nachos, except the chips are explosions and the cheese is punching and the sour cream is one-liners and the guac is muscles. And also I got a to-go cup of bromantic red sauce and I poured that shit all the whole glorious creation.
On a related note, if I’m ever on life-support and the decision has to be made to pull the plug, I would like to formally request that Jean-Claude Van Damme kill me by kicking a giant knife through my heart.