Diary of a Sprocker by Jake Wilson - Age 3
A blog written mainly in Sprockerish or sometimes translated into English
Sunday 23rd November 2014 - In the original Sprockish
Hello Sprockets Jake here.
I know I don't usually postz on Sundayz but somefink fantasmagorical happenz today.
You knows da Seagull Mafia iz after me and I though it waz easing offz, well on ball frow der waz hundreds of da pesky fings all overz da cricket pitch.
Dis waz severely crapming my ballfrows so I went into turbo stealth mode low to ground earzies tucked in me collar so not to gives me away. I just wanted to hearz what dey waz talking about. But guess what dey is cowardz and flewz away all of dem. (pic one and 2 you can seez dem fleeing).
Whose da Daddy? Jake is da Daddy !!!!!!!
Pic 3 and 4 is me lookingz smug in a seagull free zone
Hoodad am me carriez on and we turn onto da rugby pitches and dey is back so I triez same tactic, same result, belta(pic 5 and 6)
SO MY SPROCKER ARMY RISE UP DEFEND ARE PARKS DEY MAY LANDZ IN DA FIELDS BUT DEY WILL NEVER TAKEZ OUR BALL FROW.
Oh sorry aboutz dat dont know what came overz me sprockets are lovers not fighters, I should fess up to watching braveheart while da hoomins was out last night on da tv on demand.
Hoodad is looking at me shaking his head, fink I needs a lie down and get me towel.
Sprock on puppies and rememberz copping da deafies in da earziez is how we keep da hoomins on there toes. Luvz Jake
Clickz on da image to see full pic
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