No one in their right mind would dare to venture to the island of Cannazonia, but that didn't stop the author who came upon the above site one evening.  Some would feel compelled to turn their eyes away from such depraved activity, but the author felt compelled to document in great detail the mating rituals of the Titti Island Cannazons.  He, therefore, gazed intently upon the sapphic activity for hours from his vantage point in the bushes.  Unfortunately, his focus was so great that he forgot to take any notes or additional pictures, so the reader is looking at the only known documentation on the subject.

Such debauchery must give one an immense appetite because when they turned their oral attentions from pleasuring each other to devouring their hapless victim, there was nothing left of the poor girl but a mop of braided brunette hair and a pile of gnawed bones.