Chillums suck. Get a steamroller if you want a pipe, or a bong if you're a man.
The fuck's wrong with a chillum? Ain't nothin wrong with it.
On a daily basis smoking, I preferred my battie and my dug out. Efficient and didn't waste any weed. Plus it was easily concealable and portable.
Before that I would just go find the biggest pipe with the heaviest glass for community bowls, a smaller chillum for personal usage, and a battie for a quick buzz.
And they all had names except my one hitters and dug outs.
My first pipe was a blue color changing spoon that I named Keira after Keira Knightley and was also known as the party bowl. My second pipe was a smaller yellow color changing chillum I named Bone. My third pipe was a Sherlock and was a beautiful green color. I simply called it Holmes but I only had it for a week as my parents found my stash and threw Holmes, Keira, and Bone in the trash. After that I picked up a wooden dugout. Then I bought this beautiful spoon that was about a foot long, real heavy glass, and I nicknamed it Layzie because you got Layzie as fuck after you smoked from it. I had another large spoon but I sold it a day after I got it due to my cousin getting arrested and fear of being narc'd out. Finally I just got tired of trying to take care of glass pipes and just went and got a nice deep black dugout that was made of a material I can't recall from now and came with an awesome blue battie. That was my last piece of paraphernalia and I gave that away to a friend once I quit smoking.
Oh and there was one more pipe I had. It was this huge fucking spoon about 2 feet long that was actually custom made by a glass blower. I got it as a gift from this real cool hippie dude I met only once. This guy's wife dropped it and the mouthpiece broke. It was a clean break and I knew I could fix it very easily. I told him I could fix it and he said if I could fix it I could have it. So I glued it back together, and I only got to smoke out of it once. However it is the only time I ever reached the point of an uncomfortable high. It literally took me 6 hours to drop to a normal high and 3 more hours after to feeling sober again. That pipe was the shit, I named it The Royal Scepter. But I think it was cursed as I was showing it to a friend and it slipped from my grasp and broke on my shifter in my car. I almost cried.