Well shit the bed and call me Barry a new decade is upon us! After the delicious overindulgence of the festive period (minus one or
Fucking A my lovely readers, we have (practically) made it to the end of 2019 and smashed another year of pole dancing adventures. Go us!
Well, after 28 days of trying to invent all manner of interesting and funky looking handstands for the ‘Gram, we can finally bid adieu to
First off, happy fucking new year to all you lovely readers of Chrome Chronicles! We are now officially seven days into 2019 so lets pull
I am currently sat here in quite frankly my finest fucking form. It is the 28th December, I do not have to return to work
Well that great big, fucking stressful fandango that is Christmas and New Year has finally passed and 2018 has officially arrived. It’s the time of