Every Daddy Needs…

Here at CrankMama we like to stick up for the mamas. We love to encourage shoe-worship, girlfriend gallivanting, kid-free quiet time and much soul-fulfilling romping. But what about the poor papas? Is there no room left in all this fun for the man-love? Oh my yes!!

In fact, our love for the daddies is so incontrovertible and often over the top, we sometimes get into trouble while wearing gold lame and quaffing fancy drinks (but that’s a story for another time).

In honor of Father’s Day (and everyone is somebody’s daddy don’t you know), we’re sharing secrets of CrankMama man baskets that even the most diffident confused man will enjoy.

Today’s Man Basket Tip

If he’s anything like Daniel Craig (and praise God, let’s hope he is), then your man likes a woman to dress up. Surprise him for a date. Pick him up at work (or home) all dolled up with heels and makeup and perfume and whisk him away on a kid-free evening adventure.

If the night takes you somewhere evilicious and questionable and mysterious, so much the better. Tattoo parlor? Head shop? Sex shop? Who knows?

Meanwhile. There are some seriously funny and talented (& hot) daddio bloggers out there. You should check them OUT.

Cry it Out
Mitch McDad



14 Responses to “Every Daddy Needs…”

  1. June 2, 2007 at 12:10 pm

    But bring HIM a change of clothes, too. There’s nothing more sad than a lump of man-frump next to a gorgeous, dolled-up woman. And there’s nothing smellier and nastier than a man with 10 hours of accumulated stress-sweat.

    But I totally endorse the various evilicious ends to the evening. Sin dates – whoohoo!

  2. June 2, 2007 at 2:44 pm

    Aw, thanks… I’m blushing!

  3. June 2, 2007 at 4:14 pm

    Thanks for the recommendation. I will now have to write something more interesting than “here is a picture of my house”.

  4. June 2, 2007 at 6:15 pm

    I would like to remove Daniel Craig’s swim trunks with my teeth.

    And then slap him around like he’s a little naughty bitch.

    I wonder if I should write him?

  5. June 2, 2007 at 6:25 pm

    Kevin, I think that’s a near universal fantasy. Even among straight guys.

  6. June 3, 2007 at 4:13 pm


    Will you post your letter to him on your blog?

    Good ideas. And I love those daddie bloggers.

  7. June 3, 2007 at 5:11 pm

    I’m sorry…what did you say? I only see two words in this post: Daniel Craig.

    The rest? A blur.

  8. June 3, 2007 at 7:24 pm

    If I was going to switch teams, I’d hit D.C. (FYI: a great pre-Bond Craig movie is Layer Cake. I highly recommend renting it.)

    CrankMama–that’s for the props…And goddammit…I am hot. As for living up to the hype, I better write about vibrators again.

  9. June 3, 2007 at 10:00 pm

    Ok I just watched Casino Royale again (aka: CM porn) and let me just say.. Daniel gets better with age (and repeated viewing). I think it all comes down to the teary-eyed line “With you, I have no more armor”


  10. June 4, 2007 at 11:14 am

    Kevin, you have serious, serious problems. I can’t believe you would even SAY that? That’s just disturbing.

    Because really, I think everyone knows that Daniel Craig is MY naughty little bitch. You can have the swim trunks. I’ll take the rest. (But if you do write him, can you tell him to remove the restraining order? Thanks!)

    Thanks for including me in such fine company, CM, and making me appear hot by association! I’ll take it any way I can get it.

  11. June 4, 2007 at 9:34 pm

    Ooh, I’ll have to check them out.

  12. June 5, 2007 at 10:18 am

    well! just fancy that (quite literally). moobs is the only one of that list that i’m familiar with, and very lovely he is too. i’m off to check out the others.

  13. June 5, 2007 at 11:42 am

    Check out Average Joe at http://averagejoe762.blogspot.com/. He’s a favorite of mine. Funny dude.

    As for the rest, well, I wouldn’t kick them out of my bed for eating crackers if you know what I mean…

  14. June 8, 2007 at 2:15 am

    I did one of those “who you look like” deals and D.C. was my #2 match.

    I guess that’s why Kevin was biting my pants when last I saw him.

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