Poo in the snow

Bill Clinton is looking forward to seducing your daughter

Little Rock - While stumping for Hillary with a group of high school girls smoking cigarettes, the former President explained that he desired to provide a variety of sexual experiences to the nations youth, using his fame and wealth to leverage your child into a, seemingly, consensual relationship with a man known for his proclivities whose female captor is other wised engaged. With the White house again within his grasp the former President was heard jubilantly singing the following:

While the teens were flustered and enchanted by his performance, and looking forward to the aforementioned rape, he clarified that he didn't want to forcibly take the daughter of the listeners, but, instead get her to love him through an abduction/quasi Stockholm situation, and went on to show a dramatic rendition of a musical speech he had sung for his kin many years ago, about his desire to abduct and marry your daughter:

So listener, be forewarned

Here the former President can be seen joking about the sex he is going to have with your daughter, with a known rapist

Inca Pride

In a roaring global success story Inca and Inca admirers have taken to the streets to raise awareness of Inca culture in its many permutation, many of which  seem to be wildly sexual in nature, and a big part of what makes you Inca is that you, very clearly, in vivid detail if you have the time, and without concern for civility, let friend and stranger know exactly what kind of sex you plan on having.

The banner of Kuychi, the Rainbow g-d of fertility, and the symbol of Inca Pride 

While surely in the golden age of the Inca there would have been a “warriors’ cultivation,” attended by soldiers, mummified rulers, nobles, clerics, and the general population of the Inca beginning on the auspicious June solstice and culminating nine days later with the ritual breaking of the earth using a foot plow by the Inca himself, which has been largely replaced with symbolic police officers, bikers in ass-less chaps (Probably a playful allusion to Inti, the Inca Sun g-d, in that he has uncovered a place where the sun does not shine) and legions of female golf enthusiasts engaging in sexual politics and exhibitionism, but, despite these changes, the spirit remains the same.

Inca revelers, in what we will call "traditional dress"

[Time and space travelling] Father and son reconcile

Boris Johnson and Donald Trump have been seen reconciling their differences, and have been seen bonding over their respective, probably temporary, importance in their respective, previously, great nations. While reconciling one of the four time traveling "Sexualtimenauts", with their/its offspring means silently placing their hand pads together, allowing  their ganglia to unfurl and entwine, beginning a rhythmic hum in unison as electricity pulses around and through their naked bodies as they either transfer "timedata" or they will be pulled through a tear in the space time continuum where they will enjoy a raucous Whovian adventure through time and space, which often results in additional bonding, though, occasionally, estrangement, which, with the distance it creates, generally results in a truer, more honest, bonding, and at some point during that story arc, additional adventures!

The father and son take a commemorative photo after a very 80's adventure

 While to the outside observers this reconciliation has only begun over the last few months, because of their use of time travel, they have been drawing ever closer for nearly 936 years from their perspective, and they have been able to keep them a secret by beginning them in one of Trumps many derelict properties, or a for cash, by-the-hour, hotel Johnson owns and operates next to the docks just outside of Glasgow, though they generally end with the duo separated, and trudging naked, covered with seaweed and coastal debris on the beaches of their respective nation muttering their mutual catchphrase " I gotta stop doing this", with a grin that lets you know the two are lying even as they say it and will be meeting up again soon, for another adventure, or a timedata transfer, or they will initiate a rape dance reminiscent of the mating rituals of other parasitic worms, as nothing is below them, except, occasionally, angrily, each other.    

These face-only image displays their countenance as they gain the dominant position in the rape-dance, and the other will be laying a clutch of "time-eggs" in three months, probably at a comically inopportune moment