Bwog took a stroll around Butler this fine Sunday evening, for such is our time-honored tradition. What we saw is a haunting portrait of the terrible side-effects of caffeine and what must be at least half of Starbucks’ yearly revenue. We also observed the masses try to escape their madness: literally, below, and figuratively, at See more portraiture after the jump — if you dare.














Does your study space rival these in filth, sheer volume, or Starbucks patronage? Send photographic evidence to and we’ll gladly add it.