[Updated on January 11, 2010] Grab the nearest mason jar. Fill it with a room temperature Pabst Blue Ribbon. Open the fridge and dig out four ice cubes with your bare hand. Gracefully drop the cubes into the beer. Walk out to the wraparound front porch of your antebellum-era mansion and plop your tired ass into a wicker rocking chair. Take in a deep breath of thick humid southern air. Wipe your brow with the back of your... [+]

[Updated on January 11, 2010] Grab the nearest mason jar. Fill it with a room temperature Pabst Blue Ribbon. Open the fridge and dig out four ice cubes with your bare hand. Gracefully drop the cubes into the beer. Walk out to the wraparound front porch of your antebellum-era mansion and plop your tired ass into a wicker rocking chair. Take in a deep breath of thick humid southern air. Wipe your brow with the back of your arm and look out at the beautiful canvas that has unfolded before you. As you let that first gulp of cold wet PBR glide over your teeth, down your throat and into your stomach, keenly listen to the sounds of the south. Then listen to this playlist the remainder of the evening. Oh yea, make sure you have plenty of PBR and time... [-]