I'll let rip with my paraphernalia. At least the bits I find interesting for some reason or another.
Daily driver:
Erlenmeyer for the win. I wasn't totally sure what I wanted when I bought this, but it turns out this is precisely what I wanted. It's perfect across the board, from the height to the shape to the thickness. I might be inclined to go with a more robust perc, but I can't find one where everything else is the same. And in any case, it's a monumental improvement over what it replaced.
This was my bong for probably 15 years. A birthday present, as I recall. The nasty bit of white silicon is because I replaced the hole in the back with a pull-carb. I normally took the time to make it look good, but it needed to be redone every few years, and the last time I didn't really bother. It only gets used once every year or two, specifically when it snows down here. One of it's unique qualities is that it's .125" anodized aluminum, so it conducts and stores heat amazingly well. It'll develop a solid layer of hard frost right up to the water line, or to the top when filled with snow. You might as well be smoking out of a pipe made entirely of ice.
Way back in my formative teenage years I lived on a suburban cul de sac. The neighbor across the street was the inspiration for Ned Flanders, right down to the mustache. He was the sort of guy that let everybody on the block have the key-code to his garage door, in case they needed to use his lawnmower, or borrow a gallon of gas, or something. As a rambunctious and hard-partying 18 year old he sure didn't like me, though. One year he gave everybody on the block tins of Christmas cookies. No doubt directed towards my mom, in this case. For some reason it amused me to use Ned's Christmas cookie tin for my stash box. Thirty five years later here we are.
Some time during that 35 years I went on a first date with some gal, and we went to see Tommy and Shelby Chong do standup somewhere. He was selling glass after the show, which as we all know was his downfall, and signing whatever people brought or bought. I handed him the lid to a tin of Christmas cookies. He looked at it confusedly, looked at me confusedly, then back at the lid, chuckled, and then drew a wonderfully ornate autograph on it. When everybody else was handing him album covers and DVDs, I think he appreciated something unique. And for that I've got my Tommy Chong autographed rolling tray.