With Bronson fighting rival drug gangs, it stands to reason that people are gonna die.

Every time they are supposed to have dinner or go out on a date, Bronson is too busy filling scum with lead.

Navy pilots deliver their loads in the rear.

Scumbags, Cokeheads and Stupid Chiefs all suck, Ka-boom.

You really don’t want to fuck with Snake Plissken.

Think fast. Look alive. Die hard.

Marine ends Middle East terrorism with his bare hands.

Stubborn good beats Sexy bad.

Crime’s the disease, terrible writing is the cure.

Joining Van Damme in the gay parade are gang members who wear mink stoles, sleeveless vests, and more glaze than J.C. himself.