“Hey man it’s crazy, don’t come here, the cops are checking IDs in 1020 210!” Around 12:35 am, as Butler emptied out for one of the last nights of acceptable drinking before finals, two men in semi-police-officer uniforms entered Butler 210 and beelined to the far side of the room, where a few tired souls […]

It was a pretty dark night for everyone. Well, at least for all these people. Some early risers (or never-actually-went-to-sleep-ers) were greeted with images of the aftermath this morning, Below, glimpses of some secrets Butler didn’t hide fast enough from the light of day.