This is my review of the Da Vinci Code. Yeah, man. Perhaps you've heard of it. It's one of the most famous, bestselling books of all time. If you don't believe me, just look at the numbers. They're like through the freaking roof.
But it's not that popular nowadays, and I suppose doing this review might be a complete and total waste of time. But I don't even give a shit, man.
Anyways, I haven't actually read the book or seen the movie. But, you know. It's the Da Vinci Code. I can figure out what it's about. And I've heard a lot about it, too.
But anyways, the thing is, Leonardo Da Vinci was a great painter and stuff. He painted the Mona Lisa, the Last Supper, and probably some other shit, too. You can't paint two paintings and call it a career.
But just because Da Vinci painted shit, that doesn't mean he knew everything in the world. That's crazy, man. You cannot make that assumption.
I have a neighbor up in 8C, and he's a really good painter, too. He's probably on par with Da Vinci. But he doesn't know shit, man. The other day, I was talking to him about the Filet-o-Fish, and he had no idea what I was talking about. He was like, "The Filet-o-What?"
I'll bet Leonardo Da Vinci didn't know that much about it, either. I mean, he probably knew it was a fish sandwich from McDonald's--but that was probably the extent of his knowledge. Like he didn't know what kind of fish it contains, or what's in the sauce, or anything like that--and now you're telling me that he knew secret stuff about Jesus?