Thank god the age of drug sickies is over. Those bread ‘n’ butter boys, Alice Cooper, have provided exemplary leadership into the genial asskicking renaissance of alkiedom. They stand for booze almost as much as great music, and though they may total Porsches, puke up pop tabs and bite off their fans’ thumbs, none of ’em will ever make the cover of Rolling Stone by ODing in a Continental opium den. All-American lushes to a.rii^v^hetf^nt fnUo&ltWHf'good example. So PUT DOWN'those needles and quaaludfes, kiddo. and pick up the jug! Jt:s the surestTaStesi'tway.\tor glean ajl the Chrome hotcha charisma of Alice hlfnself for your very uwn; just stiimble around-drunk on your, ass all the time and instant stardom is ■assured.’Stan Cornyn will break,down,yodr dob? with a recording contract and all the boys and girls on your block will want to ball vou. Vou can starf,svifh‘ tunpaid ping) Bndweiser beer, which is the Cooper crew's staple suds,'consumed b$t the gaUqft tJhbsfe intrepid souls and old alkies witb^k tolerance who want to machete their wav into the exotic recesses of. classic Alice Cooper toxicity^ the band has provided us with the following iruly lethal recipes, each and every one employing spiritus fermenti in a diabcdic manner unique to Alice Vtaste and lifestyle on the road and at home

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