That bar. What the hell am I talking about? “That bar?” Not a drinking bar, I say. It’s a bar that I love. I bet you figured that out. Ha. Okay, fine, I’ll tell. The rich text bar that’s in here. Let me take a screenshot.
Gawd, it’s even prettier once I put the picture in! I want to hug it! But the green border said I can’t because I was talking about the Flying Spaghetti Monster, god of Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, stupidly.
And because while I was talking about Him, I wasn’t wearing a full pirate suit. Durn.
