According to Wikipedia, "The word "joint" ultimately comes from French, where it is an adjective meaning "joined" (past participle of the verb joindre) derived from Latin junctus." And you thought the Statue of Liberty was a great contribution.
Lately, I've been all about the joints. Sure, I run through my supply more quickly, but since you have to keep it burning and keep hitting I get insanely high. My other favorite thing about smoking joints is rolling them. The act is so relaxing, breaking up the bud, picking out stems and the like and gently pressing and rolling the papers together, taking care not to tear the paper or let anything fall out. And of course, the blissful moment of satisfaction and knowing that soon, you'll be smoking your beautiful creation. Here I am smoking mine:
The other awesome thing about joints is that you can save all the roaches (too-short stub left after smoking) and smoke them later in a bowl. Roach bowls tend to get you a little higher since the resin has already built up inside of it and makes it more potent. My rolling papers of choice for the last few years have been Zig Zags. I remember the orange and gold packages very distinctly strewn across the master bedroom in my grandmothers home. I also remember finding a pack in the long-forgotten chest of junk drawers we had in our garage, they had to be at least 5-10 years old. I pocketed the ancient pack, and used them my last few months in Texas.
During those last few months, I went up to my uncle one day with those ancient papers and asked him to roll a joint for me. He told me to fill it and fold it and he would roll it. I obliged and almost immediately he handed back to me a perfectly rolled joint. Since that day it's been my goal to roll like that. I'm a decent roller, but it takes a minute or two for me to roll it right. One day though, I have high hopes.