Californication

The other day I saw David Duchovny on Late Night. Apparently, he's back on the tube. This time as a sex-addicted writer "unfortunately" lost in the vaginas of California. "There were 8 breasts in the pilot episode - two of which were mine," said Duchovny. "Sold," said I. In a few minutes I was watching the pilot. He lied. There were ten breasts. Suffice to say I was hooked. But not because of them breasts, of course. Not because of them breasts. It was actually funny. Somehow I saw Mike Myers in David Duchovny. Mike Myers in David Duchovny. You have to check it out for yourselves. I've seen the first two [sidenote: although not that important - more breasts] and I am now currently downloading the next three.