Eating unhealthy . All it takes is one drink or meal and you 're fucked . Even though I 'm a normal weight I know I 'm rotting myself from the inside with all the junk I eat Video games . For as long as I can remember . Spent one summer back in the day playing Runescape for 15 hours every day . I dream about playing games I 'm currently playing in real life only to be disappointed when I wake up that I didn 't make any actual progress while I slept . So this wasn 't me , but once while spending the night at a friends we were on the phone with this girl who was into him . I jokingly said something like , " bruh I freaking love you . " He went , " You see that Jessica ? Alex loves me ! " then she goes , " well I do too ! " Like with the confidence of a thousand sailors that just pillaged Jamaica . It goes without saying that I cried laughing . Apparently it was really contagious because he started too . After it died down , my friend went , " you 're kidding right ? " click Launch his raft on the opposite side of the island . Dumb ass kept fighting the trade wind blowing in . If he went out the other way , the island would have shielded the launch and made it easy to get out to sea . When he climbs to the top of the peak on the island you can clearly see it . In the third draft of the screenplay ( March 13 , 1998 ) the package is opened by Chuck on the island after he has lived there for 1000 days . In the package he finds two cans of salsa and a note that reads " You said our life was a prison . Dull . Boring . Empty . I can 't begin to tell you how much that hurt . I don 't want to lose you . I 'm enclosing some salsa , the verde you like . Use it on your sticky rice and think of home . Then come home - to me . We 'll find the spice in our lives again . Together . I love you . Always . Bettina . " Yes ! Within the first couple of nights , he sees search lights off in the distance . He tries to signal them with his tiny flashlight . If he had a raging fire going already , he may have been found quickly . Make a huge fire at night . Make lots of smoke during the day . I haven 't seen the movie in a while so I may be mistaken . I remember being frustrated with how he was making rope . You should take the thin bark from small trees for rope , cut it into strips then twist it together like you 're making a two - ply braid . The vines he used wouldn 't be very flexible or strong . Don 't mean to steal other points but leave on the lee - side is best . You 're just floating , may as well float from the safe side . It was more dramatic to go into the waves but its hard to believe the " get caught in the wrong current " thing . Build a bigger raft and take more provisions . Have a sunshade . Get fat first . My friend and I were going to a party a few hours out of town , so we decided to stay at her family 's holiday house about an hour south of the party ( now three hours from home ) . We arrived around mid afternoon , and it was winter in a holiday town , so the area was completely empty - no other cars on the street . When we left for the party I spent a moment deciding whether to pull the gate all the way closed . I 'd had some trouble opening it earlier when we arrived , and if we were getting home late at night I didn 't want to be stuck outside . I decided to shut it for security . Party was great , we got back to the house around 12 : 30 , and the gate was open . I immediately felt on edge because not only did I know I 'd locked it , but I knee it couldn 't just blow open in the wind , but I didn 't want to make a big deal so I was vague when my friend asked if I 'd shut it . We went inside , and decided to make a snack . I was wandering through the house when suddenly my friend raced from the kitchen into the hallway and virtually tackled me to the ground ; she was convinced she 'd heard someone walking around outside . We tried to calm ourselves down , but we had no cell reception and there was no one else around . Over the next half hour or so , as we sat in the hallway paralysed with fear , we heard footsteps outside , and the back door being jimmied . We decided we had to leave , so we gathered everything up and got ready to make a break for the car . Just as we were at the front door ready to leave , there was a huge bang in the back yard , and suddenly what sounded like hundreds of birds started screaming . We legged it to the car , ended up starting it with all our stuff still on our laps , we hadn 't bothered to even put it in the backseat . As we reversed out the driveway we saw somebody running up the side of the house towards us . Sped the entire way home and even once we got back to my place , didn 't sleep at all that night . It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories . My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents ' first date . She said she didn 't like telling the story , since it was actually true , but we prodded her on . To cut to the chase , the parents had spent a nice , if awkward first date , and around the time that they would have said " good night , " the male in the situation - my friend 's dad - suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon . He apparently knew the place , since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area . So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon , got out of their cars and started hiking under just the light of the stars , since it was a new moon . At some point , the male starts getting a " bad feeling , " since the pathway ahead , which would pass under some trees , would be dark , and because it was getting to be quite late . He ignores the feeling and presses on . In later rehearsings of the story , the female would say that she had felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time , though she didn 't know the trail like he did . A minute later , the feeling came back to the male . He ignored it again , and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something " soft " in the middle of the path . Under the trees , it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was , and the feeling came back stronger than ever . Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into , he and the female both agreed to hightail it out of there … Years later , after being married for some time , they were watching an interview with the serial killer , Ted Bundy . In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught , he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon , and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail . He explained how he hid in the trees just in time , only to watch some guy walk right into the body , and for some reason , just turn around and walk away . Posted this before in a different thread but still a pretty creepy story … . Before my family and I moved to another state , my father went and visited the area to check on the progress of our new house which was being built . My father was there for a few days and was staying at some crappy Motel 6 in a shady area of town . His room was the last room at the end of the hallway on the top floor . In the middle of the night on the last night he was in town he is woken by the phone ringing in his room . He groggily answers . It was the front desk and they say something along the lines " Sorry to wake you , but we 've been receiving a couple of reports about rooms being broken into and some stuff being stolen . We are calling to make sure you lock your door and are safe . " My father replies that he is fine and hangs up . He decides to go double check that he locked the door . As he sits up in bed he notices that the door to his room is ajar . Being spooked , he cautiously checks the room and finds that nothing is missing and no one else is in the room . He creeps to the door and peaks out . Sitting right outside his room on the window sill of the hallway window is his shaving kit . Creeped out of his mind , he quickly grabs it and locks the door . After he calms down a bit he calls down to the front desk and says " Hey , you just called me about the break ins around the hotel , and I just want to report that my room was broken into when I was sleeping , nothing stolen and I am fine . Figured you would like to know " The front desk replies , " You must be mistaken , we never called your room and we haven 't received any reports of breaks ins " When I was younger , I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser . We 'd chill out and I vividly remember him telling me stories , although I have absolutely no recollection of what they actually were . I remember one day talking to my parents about it ( Dad traveled quite a bit so he wasn 't up to date with what I was into ) and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy , he wanted to know his name . It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick but I can still see him going white in the face . I drew Peter / Patrick out for him and the very next day him and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it . It wasn 't until a few years later when I found out my Dad 's little brother ( my uncle ) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser . After a few months of the typical imaginary friend shit , my uncle started having night terrors and couldn 't sleep because of Peter / Patrick . It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal . A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I were sleeping together , when I woke up to her saying " What are you doing ? " She sometimes talks in her sleep , but this sounded so coherent and urgent that it jolted me awake and I asked what she was talking about . She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed . Thinking it was just a dream , or semi - awake hallucination , we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep . About an hour later , I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed , with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck . I didn 't know what do but the first thing that came out of my mouth was " What are you doing ? " My girlfriend then woke me up . I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did , and said the exact same thing . About a couple weeks after I was born my dad 's best friend , Jim , died . They were really close , and one of the last things he wanted was to hold little me before he passed . His wish was filled , and some short time after that he was gone . Fast forward 7 years . I 'm now a happy 7 - year - old with a 5 - year - old brother and recently born sister . One day the phone rings , and with my mom out and dad in the washroom I thought it was going to be ignored as we kids were still too young to answer the phone ( no call display , we didn 't know if there would be a stranger ) . But my brother broke the rules and answered . " Hello ? " At this point my dad is out of the washroom and is asking my brother to hand him the phone . He ignores him and keeps listening to whoever is speaking . Before my dad could ask a second time my brother hangs up , looks at him and says , " Jim says hi , and he misses SkywingNova , " then goes back to playing . The look of shock my dad had is what I remember most about this . When I was a child we would frequently get calls for a woman named Tanya . Didn 't seem like a big deal , she had the same last name as us , although it 's quite a common one around here . When we moved across the city and phone books stopped being the go - to for finding somebody 's number , the calls for Tanya gradually stopped . Those days seemed to have ended and we carried on , forgetting about the mysterious Tanya . It was about 4 years ago that she popped up in our lives again . I was driving home from work one afternoon and was greeted by a pretty grisly car wreck at the turn to my house - two cars had collided and one had wrapped itself around the signage pole that had house numbers and directions on it , one of which was my house number . Several days later we get a call from the police . They asked if Tanya was at this residence . Her car was found wrapped around a pole - down the street from my house - and she was nowhere to be found at the accident site . I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles , this was about five years ago . I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt 's house when I saw my cousin , April , on the stairs . April was four and very animated . She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs . I asked her what she was doing . She said , " I 'm copying the lady with the braid . " I looked around , there was no one else but us . I asked , " where is the lady , April ? " She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell . I asked April , " what is the lady doing ? " She said , " makin ' funny faces . " I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks . April , " her braids is around her neck . " I turned back and asked April to repeat herself . April pointed , " the lady is hanging by her braid … She 's making funny faces . " Then April started making a face which I then realize was it someone gasping for air . My wife 's mother passed away in 2003 from cancer . After the funeral , family and friends gathered at her house for a final celebration of her life . The gathering went late into the evening . My son , 3 at the time , needed to go to bed at that point . I walked with him up the stairs to where he would sleep . The room that my mother - in - law passed away in was upstairs , and straight down the hallway as you reached the top of the landing . My son and I walked upstairs together , with me holding his hand . As we nearly reached the top of the stairs , my son stopped and wouldn 't move … at the point which he could just see down the hallway . He was staring straight down the hall . I looked at him , then down the hall to an open doorway to a completely dark bedroom . He just stared , and would not move any further . I asked him " Buddy , are you OK ? " His response was … " Daddy . The light . The light scares me . " I looked again down the hallway where he was staring into darkness . " Buddy , you see a light ? " " Yes daddy . It scares me . " When I was in eighth grade I went on a school trip that was called the Louisiana Tour . It was mostly going around to significant sights in south Louisiana . One of the places we went was Myrtles Plantation , which is considered to be one of the most haunted places in the country . There are all kinds of stories about the place , but at one point we were standing in a room as a part of a larger group and the tour guide was talking about something , I don 't remember what . As I 'm standing there I start to hear what sounds like someone hitting a piano key . After I heard it a couple of times I started to look around for the source of the noise . I didn 't see a piano , but I kept hearing it . So I asked my friends who were standing near me if they heard it , they said no . When I heard it again I said there is it again and that they must have heard it . They thought I was crazy . So I went back to looking around the room . Everyone 's eyes were on the tour guide except for one woman . She caught my eye and pointed at me and then at her ear with a questioning look . I realized she was asking if I heard it too and I nodded . At this point the tour guide starts telling a story about a soldier who had died there and that he played the piano and multiple guests had reported hearing him playing in the night . I honestly didn 't know what to think , I guess I still don 't . I talked to the woman as we were all leaving the room and she had heard the exact same thing as me , but her husband and son had not heard it . One of my brothers worked security in one of New York City 's most upscale hotels . The security desk received a frantic call during one of his night shifts . A guy was calling , all freaked out that his wife was in the bath and was not breathing . My brother and another security guard rushed upstairs to the room . Sure enough , they found a woman in the tub , and she was unresponsive . My brother and the other guard got her out of the tub and attempted CPR . In the interim , during resuscitation attempts , the NYPD arrived . They told my brother to stop CPR because the lady was obviously dead and in their opinion , had been for a couple of hours . The husband was questioned extensively . He told law enforcement that he and his wife had a fight earlier in the evening . He went out on his own and when he came back , his wife was in the bath . He says he went to bed at that point but later became concerned when his wife didn 't come to bed . Privately , among all those present , the general consensus was that the husband had something to do with it but it could not be proven . A couple of weeks later , the room was again made available to guests , and of course the incident was not mentioned . A woman who frequently stayed at the hotel , made a reservation for a week and was assigned to that room . She was the first person to stay in the room since the incident . She came to the front desk first thing in the morning , very upset , and with all of her luggage in tow . She said that she was canceling the rest of her reservation and that she would NEVER be staying in the hotel again . She said that she did not sleep the entire night and that the room was haunted . No one at the hotel had mentioned to her what had previously transpired in the room . While my brother worked there , every guest who stayed in the room , called about strange goings on and many asked to be switched to another room . When I was younger my family was extremely poor and lived in a very old mobile home on some land my grandpa owned . This piece of land was in a very small town out in the middle of nowhere Texas and was covered in woods . The town itself was your typical small country town where football was king and there was nothing to do but get drunk or high on the weekend . It was also the type of town , along with it being early 90s , where one didn 't typically have to worry too much about locking their doors or setting an alarm . Now , our trailer was a two bedroom and my parents , always putting us kids ahead of themselves , slept in the living room on a fold out couch . My room was directly connected to it and my sisters room was down a hallway past the kitchen and bathroom at the other end of the trailer . One night , after everyone had gone to bed , my dad is woken up by a feeling that there is someone in the room . He looks around a bit and sees a large male figure sitting in the easy chair just feet from the bed . My dad quickly flipped on the light switch next to his bed and saw it was a neighbor from down the road named Carter . Carter was known to be a frequent drug user and was often in trouble with the law because of thise . My dad asked him what the fuck he was doing here and told him to get out and he responded . " I can 't get out . The demons are chasing me and your house is the only safe one . " My dad , who I should is fairly large and terrifying person , responded that if he didn 't get out and get out quickly that the house would be a lot less safe for him . " If I leave they 'll get me ! They 've been chasing me all night . If they catch me I 'm dead . " My dad 's response was that there was no demons but that if he didn 't get the fuck out of his house that he 'd be dead . From what I 've been told , since I was asleep for this part , my mom also hurled a few threats and , while she may not be big , she was equally as terrifying . I believe it was her anger that finally scared him off . My dad got up and locked the door and watched through the blinds as Carter decided , since he couldn 't outrun the demons he 'd steal our old beater Suburban that my dad always left the keys in . He drove around for about an hour . We called the police and it took them about that long to get out to us since the closest police station was about 20 or 30 minutes away . He finally brought it back and was arrested and taken to jail . He was deemed crazy and ended up locked in a mental institution . The scarier part is that for years after this we 'd get phone calls where all we 'd here is music that would have lyrics like " I 'm going to fucking kill you ! " These calls lasted for years and followed us from house to house even though we always had different numbers and would even be in different states . We always thought it was him sending us a message . The calls stopped when I was about 12 . I later found out that it was around that time that Carter thought the best thing he could do for himself was soak himself in gasoline and set himself on fire . I was at a friend 's house around 12 years ago , we were in the basement watching tv , when his mom 's boyfriend comes down the stairs and tells us to keep it down . We looked at each other , confused because we were literally just watching tv and it wasn 't on high volume at all . We said we weren 't being loud , and he said ' You aren 't yelling ? ' and we shook our heads . He just sort of does the ' huh . . ' look and tells us he and my friend 's mom had heard someone screaming coming up from the furnace vents , so he though it was coming from the basement where the furnace is . We didn 't hear anything and were like 15 feet away from the furnace . Sadly I can 't verify the next story because I wasn 't there , but my friend ( from the basement ) and another friend say they were upstairs in the kitchen one night hanging out , and they heard a scream , clear as day , coming out of one of the furnace vents . Freaked them out , naturally , but I never did get to hear it . I 'm late to the party but I 'll share anyways . When I was a teenager I was big into skateboarding and building ramps and shit . There was a neighborhood being built behind mine and I 'd go over there on the weekends and get scrap wood and bring it back to my house . You had to go through a little bit of woods and cross a creek to get there . I went one day be my self and when I crossed the creek and started walking through the woods to the construction site I could here a man talking . I stood still to try to hear what he was saying . It was getting louder as if he was coming through the woods towards me and I finally heard what he was saying and he made a little jingle singing " I 'm gonna get you " . I couldn 't hear any leaves crunching and I never saw anyone . I ran like hell and was slipping while I was trying to climb up the muddy bank in the creek . I don 't believe in ghosts or anything but that 's one thing that 's stuck with me that I can 't explain . Throwaway because I 've told people this story before and it 's pretty recognizable . My school 's library is open until around 2 in the morning for the idiots like me who don 't do their essays until the last minute , it 's a pretty small building and most of the books are in the basement area called the " Stacks " . Just to give you a quick layout , there 's the big main stairs that go down to the Stacks , a vending machine room , and the long hallway with four entrances into the Stacks . The Stacks are two really big rooms on opposite sides of the hallway with a huge amount of bookshelves and study desks lining the walls . I was there around 11pm last year , it was a pretty research intensive essay so I was down in the Stacks working in one of the study desks so I didn 't have to keep going upstairs and downstairs again . I had been there for maybe two hours and everyone except for a boy working a few desks down from me had left already . I was pretty zoned out by this point , it was an 8am class so I didn 't have much time until it was due and I was sort of panicking , so it really pissed me off when I heard someone flipping through book pages really fast to make them do that loud whir noise at the other end of the room . I sort of ignored it for a while thinking they 'd go away eventually , but they just kept doing it . After about five minutes , I got sick of it and started to walk over to tell them to be knock it off . I get about three steps across the room and it just stopped . I sat back down and it was quiet again for like ten more minutes before the flipping pages noise started again , only loads louder , like they 'd grabbed a huge book that time . The boy started to get pissed off too and he stood up and started walking through the bookshelves trying to find them . It keeps going so I got up too and started looking around with him . It got really loud and it was pretty obvious where it was coming from by that point , so we started walking towards it , he was on one side of the shelves and I was on the other . We walked all the way down the shelves . No one there . We hadn 't seen anyone come in the stacks and we were on the side of the room with the entrances , no way could anyone have come in without us seeing them . The noise stopped again and we both just sort of slowly walked back to our seats , I assumed it was just a fan or something in the other room and I really needed to get my essay done . We sat down and immediately the noise started again , it sounded like it was coming from right next to the guy 's chair . He shoved his stuff in his bag , looked at me , said , " Fuck this " and took off . I was out of there maybe five seconds behind him . I still won 't go back in the Stacks at night , even when there 's other people down there . No essay 's worth getting murdered by a weird book ghost . Google cardboard ! ! ! ! It 's virtual reality on your phone for about 5 dollars if you find a good deal online . Or , you could build it yourself for less . Coffins used to be built with holes in them , attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell . The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead . Harold , the Oakdale gravedigger , upon hearing a bell , went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits . Sometimes it was also the wind . This time it wasn 't either . A voice from below begged , pleaded to be unburied . " Sorry about this , ma ' am , " Harold said , stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt . " But this is August . Whatever you is down there , you ain 't alive no more , and you ain 't comin ' up . " During the summer of 1983 , in a quiet town near Minneapolis , Minnesota , the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse . A video camera was also found in the kitchen , standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven . No tape was found inside the camera at the time . Despite its worn condition , and the fact that it contained no audio , police were still able to view the contents of the tape . It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera ( seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen ) . After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image , the tape then showed her turning on the oven , opening the door , crawling inside , and then closing the door behind her . Eight minutes into the video , the oven could be seen shaking violently , after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it . For the remaining 45 minutes of video , until the batteries in the camera died , it remained in its stationary position . At first I thought it was a prank , a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me . But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away … it wasn 't there . I shrugged it off , thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door . But I went back in and looked out that same window , and it was looking in , staring at me . I walked around my house , yelling for whoever it was to come out , but no one was there . The thing is hairless and naked , and it didn 't look like it actually had eyes , or even a face at all . But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room . When I sit on my computer , I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck . But when I turn around , it 's innocently turned in a different direction . Finally on Thursday , I tried to open the window , but it 's stuck . I think the thing 's hands are keeping it down . But I got a good look at its face . Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin , pushing outward . I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass , determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster . I know I 'm strong enough . That glass should 've cracked . But it didn 't . It shuddered under my hand , but it didn 't break . And that smile just got wider and wider and wider , until I thought its head would break in half . It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm . It was mocking me . But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit , and I backed away . So I got a roll of duct tape , and I started covering the window . I couldn 't look directly at it ; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me . But I couldn 't help it . I took a quick glance at that skin - covered face . A small peek . That menacing grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth . The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat . A menacing rumble started to fill the house , and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice . I pulled down the duct tape . The rumble stopped , the split skin healed over , and it began to smile again . Now it 's night , and the noise hasn 't started again . There are no sounds , no rumble , no crackling glass . Everything 's quiet now . I remember this phase I had . I read so many creepypasta , one after another , for days . I don 't know if it 's because I read so many , but the last one I read really got to me . I had to stop reading them for a couple days . No end house has always been a favorite of mine . It 's about a guy who tries beating this " haunted house " after his drug addicted friend tried to do it for 500 dollars but could only go a few rooms before leaving from sheer terror . The guy in said story doesn 't believe him on the account he 's a fucking drug addict but decides to try the house anyways just to prove to him it 's probably just some regular haunted house . As he enters the rooms though he soon finds it 's much farther from anything regular and in fact deeply more insidious . Knitting . You start with cheap acrylic shit yarn from the craft store and plastic needles . Then you discover fine wools . And silk blends . And local farm produce . And hand dyed yarny masterpieces . And rare fibers like cashmere and quiviuk . And then you need good tools to work with . You get an interchangeable set , and then another , and another . And a custom case to put them all in . After 14 years , I own about $ 700 worth of needles and have spent over $ 20 , 000 on yarn . I thought I 'd save money by knitting my own sweaters for $ 10 each . That 's hilarious to me now - the last sweater quantity of yarn I bought is a cashmere blend and was over $ 250 . Homebrewing . It started with ~ 100 dollars in gear and 20 - 30 dollars to make a few gallons . Now I 've got a few grand tied up in kegging equipment , temperature controlled fermentation chambers , Kegorators , grain storage , growing my own hops , and my soon to be completed partially automated 20 gallon brewing system . Edit : Well shit , this blew up . I don 't have any pictures of my new 20 gallon system yet , but here 's my Hop plants , A little brew day action , Bigger pot and burner , Grain mill , Science ! , delicious Recreational flying … You dish out 100 $ on a ' discovery flight ' , the addiction strikes . So you figure , why not work on your private license ? 8000 $ later , you 're licensed and set to conquer the skies whenever you want ! But wait , the rental rate is 150 $ an hour ? Ok , cut a few costs elsewhere to stay airborne . You build experience , why not go for your instrument rating ? A few thousand dollars later , look at you go ! Might as well be a well rounded pilot , and do some taildragger / multi / ____ training for the experience . Those rental costs though , they haven 't improved so you peruse used aircraft advertisements . That gorgeous little Cessna 172 catches your eye , and all of a sudden you 're an owner . And broke ! Golf . You can start out with a nice used set that cost maybe 200 bucks . You get better everyone is telling you the new Titliest will really give you those extra yards to lower that score . You 're shooting bogey now . You 're close game has been all over the place . I need a new set of wedges , of course ! 300 bucks there even though you 've bough those new irons for 799 . How much is the new SLDR ? 399 . Not to mention a fairway wood and hybrids . 400 there . How much is it to actually play ? At lowest 30 - 40 bucks per 18 . 100 for nicer courses , and the beer . So much $ 20 dollar 12 packs . With two little boys , just rediscovering just how dang expensive Legos are . EDIT : A few folks have mentioned pley . com . We actually tried that out and … eh ? We never got anything higher than # 12 on our queue ( Pley doesn 't tell you which sets are in high demand ) , and every set we got was either missing a couple of pieces , barely disassembled , or both . Beer . I remember my husband buying his first specialty beer , which cost like 3 euros . Then he joined a drinking team and started to attend beer fairs . Now we have 2500 euros worth microbrewery in our apartment kitchen .