Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 7th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 7th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on May 7, 2018.

If You Got It…

“You couldn’t be more ostentatious,” she said to me. “Look at you with your expensive sports car, your huge house with a swimming pool, and your thousand dollar suits. Who are you trying to impress?”

“Hey, baby,” I responded. “What can I say? When you got it, flaunt it. Am I right?”

“Are you right?” she responded. “Well, yes, if you’re trying to compensate for some shortcomings elsewhere.”

“I’m good in that department, too, baby. I wear a size 11 shoe and I’ve got the hands of a basketball player,” I said, holding up my two enormous hands.

“Oh, you thought that was what I was talking about? Think again, honey,” she said.

“If not that, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m talking about your pea-sized brain,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” I responded. “Look at all I’ve got, lady. You think I would have a 25-room mansion, a gold Lamborghini, and expensive suits if I wasn’t smart. I’m really smart. I’m, like, the smartest person around.”

“Come on,” she said. “You inherited it all from your daddy.”

“Not true,” I said. “He just gave me a small loan to get me started.”

“A small loan? How small of a loan was it?”

“Just a million dollars,” I said. “Chump change.”

“As I said, you’re obnoxious, showy, and ostentatious. You need to be taught a lesson.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What kind of lesson?”

“Hand me that Forbes magazine over there, Donald,” she said. “Yes, the one with you on the cover. Now drop your pants. Stormy’s gonna teach you a thing or two.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “flaunt.” And yes, this is supposed to be fiction.

If You Got It…

flaunt it2.“You couldn’t be more ostentatious,” she said to me. “Look at you with your expensive sports car, your huge house with a swimming pool, and your thousand dollar suits. Who are you trying to impress?”

“Hey, baby,” I responded. “What can I say? When you got it, flaunt it. Am I right?”

“Are you right?” she responded. “Well, yes, if you’re trying to make up for some shortcomings elsewhere.”

“I’m good in that department, too, baby. I wear a size 11 shoe and I’ve got the hands of a basketball player,” I said, holding up my two enormous hands.

“Oh, you thought that was what I was talking about? Think again, honey,” she said.

“If not that, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m talking about your pea-sized brain,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” I responded. “Look at all I’ve got, lady. You think I would have a 25-room mansion, a gold Lamborghini, and expensive suits if I wasn’t smart. I’m really smart. I’m, like, the smartest person around.”

“Come on,,” she said. “You inherited it all from your daddy.”

“Not true,” I said. “He just gave me a small loan to get me started.”

“A small loan? How small of a loan was it?”

“Just a million dollars,” I said. “Chump change.”

“As I said, you’re obnoxious, showy, and ostentatious. You need to be taught a lesson.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What kind of lesson?”

“Hand me that Forbes magazine over there, Donald,” she said. “Yes, the one with you on the cover. Now drop your pants. Stormy’s gonna teach you a thing or two.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “flaunt.” And yes, this is supposed to be fiction.