Born on the vine and raised on the web!
Well now just sit right back and I'll tell you the tale of Lester The Lemon.
There are scant details of Lester's true origins. Some say his budding years came literally from out of the woods, partying heavily with the affluent weekend beach crowd. More mundane folklore place him at the back of a vintage '60's Frigidaire.

His formative years were reportedly spent catching glimpses of Arnold Ziffel barging thru the Douglas's bedroom closet. Yes, Lester's garish lustre is in part due to his embrace of the phosphor image. And now, with a bitterness well beyond sour grapes, Lester sneers vaguely at the pungent popularity of his one true nemesis, Ed The Sock! (Is he an outer garment? An inner garment? Why does he have breath mints for eyes?)

Lester now waffles between his former lifestyle, a barfly of sorts, and vicariously flirts with fleeting moments of fame thru high profile spurts of his true essence ... and that is ... a lemon.

Say it with foto's!

"The Classic Lester!"
"Hanging out ..."
".. at the mall."
"Sportster Lester."

"Upclose & intimate!"
".. not so close .."
"but still intimate!"
"To all my friends!"