Who on God's fucking green earth is paying for oddly shaped, filled sandbags to be shipped to them, at outrageous prices? With the prices the Fictional Inner Circle are charging for the surprising "response" to this crap, why not get a fucking server that does not crash?
Look, go to your local Army/Navy store, get a heavy pair of small/short statured Camo pants, tie the legs off, fill'em up with dirt from your back yard, then tie/duct tape the waist off. Guess what? You made yourself a Eastern European strength training implement. Now toss it around you neck and fucking squat or run. You just saved yourself a painful anal wallet reaming.
Carry on!