Daddy

the daddy of them all

[Norman Mailer] was, though, absolutely the daddy of faction, his novels or journalism reporting every conflict from 1939 to Iraq and biographising Americans including John F Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe, Muhammad Ali and Neil Armstrong.

She looked at me with that familiar desire Her eyes lit up like they were on fire She said, "My name's Flo, and you're on the right track, But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back, So if you want to have fun in this man's land, Let Lincoln and Jackson start shaking hands."

Rock 'n' roll is cool, daddy, and you know it!

The guy I've been dating offered to do bondage with me, and I was like "Yes please, daddy."

The very attractive Daddy-type in the harness and cap.

However, what is of interest is that it is clear that the staff have to use the prisoners to run the borstal and thus do not object to, or try to control the inmate subculture that produces 'daddies', violence, sexual assault and racism, […]

The daddies were the chaps of the old borstal system, leaders who had clawed their way to the top of the borstal food chain by showing gameness and the ability and willingness to inflict serious violence on their fellow detainees.

"Just supposin' Mister has daddied a pup here and there," said old man Rivers. "What's wrong with that? Ain't your foxhounds han'some and hard-runnin'?" "But they all pint birds," said my Pa. "Whoever heered of a foxhound pintin' birds?"

Grieving apparently wasn't a full-time job, however, since Hank up and married a gal named Billie Jean and daddied a daughter by yet another consoler.

In 1989, Hollywood brought us Field of Dreams, one of the daddiest dad movies ever.

Stark flinched and fired, and he wished, instead, that he’d held the revolver in the kid’s face, telling the frightened boy to drop his rifle in the loudest, deepest, daddiest voice he could muster.

Curiously, many of the younger dads were more comfortable saying that they listen to dad rock, while older dads were more defensive about it, despite pledging allegiance to some of the daddiest classic rock dinosaurs in the history of dads.

“But I’m bored.” He chucked her on the chin. “It builds character.” “Ghod,” Valentine huffed. “That is the daddiest thing you could say ever. Don’t listen to him, Aliyah, all boredom ever builds is naps.”

The only music we had besides the radio were three songs Jordan had downloaded to his phone: Billy Joel’s “Vienna,” Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight,” and Bad Company’s “Bad Company”—the daddiest of all dad rock, but our only reprieve during the long stretches of static.

He’s the daddiest dad I’ve ever had.

Jenny's voice broke. “Daddy told me that she and Joey, my baby brother, were killed when I was two.”