Please show me the shrimp I was born with.

I was born here, wasn't I? I didn’t feel it was a young scorpion, but if you showed me the scorpions of my grandmother, I thought they would be nostalgic. the mystery of life is this. The deep and warm places envelop me, my head coming out of my head, but the gentle shrimp that accepts my cock, such as my old lady's sardines, so that the juice will pour out and be overflowing with my piston, and I will come out into my aunt, yes, like I was born again. Judgment number 260812