I guess you'd have to ask my mom.
Based on her career choice as a dirty, dirty whore, I'm assuming she could probably narrow it down to around three-dozen johns, any of which I'd be proud to have as a father. They would be better than the father I did have; a filthy old popple named Craig.
"Listen to Craig. He's in charge while mommy's out for her nightly walk."
I don't know if this has anything to do with nurture and/or nature, but one time, when my mom was out working, I fucked Craig right in his popple hole.
Short Answer: This didn't go the way either of us imagined.