Findings:
- those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home
- Searching E2 from a Windows MSIE address bar
- Driving while drunk vs. driving while tired
- Simple methods for conversing with those suffering from death
- running away from home
- How to tell if a guy is circumcised from across the bar
- Searching E2 from a Mozilla location bar
- I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
- every noder was once a normal human
- Take me drunk, I'm home
- Working from home
- How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
- Counting from Ten and Other Stories
- The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
- This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
- Home Thoughts, From Abroad
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
- And in those days was armageddon
- many far and lost from home (document)
- May the wine be sweet. May the stories be heard. May the future bring me home.
- I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
- Suddenly alone among a million lives, far away from home
- Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- I was shaking, but not from the cold
- Yes! I am a long way from home.
- collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
- Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
- an image of me, driving home tonight
- Everything I learned in life, I learned from Buddhist drunks
- Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea
- And the hunter home from the hill
- The Hike From Hell. An Appalachian Trail E2 Noder Meet of Truly Nietzschean Proportions.
- Far away from home
- It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
- A Fantastic story from an old guy
- So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
- all i ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
- All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
- There once was a man from St. Paul
- Protecting your home from the Germans
- It was late when he came home; it woke you up
- Searching E2 from a Konqueror location bar
- I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
- Don't take any guff from those swine
- Stories from The World (category)
- driving your girlfriend home
- Protecting your home from bushfire
- A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates
- Things that I learned from reading erotic stories involving latex
- Get home from work
- Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
- Across the street from the karaoke bar
- Mothers Against Drunk Driving
- Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
- Far from home and hearth
- dark highways take us near and far from home
- First Christmas Away From Home
- An Informal Noder Gathering in Ann Arbor from the Voiceless Perspective
- On getting blown up 8000 miles from home by a man who does not own shoes
- DMV Driving Permit Test
- Sideways Stories from Wayside School
- Arrested for being drunk in a... bar? In... Texas? Apparently so.
- The Story of the Vizier Who Was Punished
- Mothers Against Drunk Driving (node_forward)
- Take me from home
- Summer as seen from a third story porch
- I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
- Home away from home
- H-Day: Sweden's conversion from left to right side driving
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
- So Far From Home
- I was very, very drunk
- Stories from the Barber Shop
- I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
- Keep guns away from drunks
- I was one of those girls
- Where I'm From, You'd Think There Was a Tea Party Going On in the Hostess Dumpster
- Searching E2 from an Omniweb location bar
- The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
- I once was a clueless young noder
- You know you've been away from home too long
- Two men look from prison bars. One saw mud and one saw stars.
- drunk driving
- Why I ran away from home
- Another True Story, from Gypsie
- far from home (user)
- Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
- How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
- I was once young and had a home
- Bringing it All Back Home
- second home
- Bob Barr
- Barred owl
- You may be a noder, but you ain't no dancer
- status bar rollover
- The Bristol International Noder Meet
- Simon Bar Sinister
- Prince Albert, Can Optional: A Noder Invades the Old Country on Ridiculously Short Notice
- Yankie Bar
- Noder Trippin' (e2poll)
- Barr Pineapple
- IRON NODER 2009 (document)
- Nanaimo Bar
- News for Noders (node_forward)
- pinch bar
- The Sneetches and Other Stories
- uneven parallel bars
- Vegas stories
- Candy Barr
- The Story of the Vivian Girls
- The Stories Begin
- There's a story behind it
- 3 Crow Bar
- The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches
- "A Boston Ghost Story" or "Advanced Ouija 202"
- My inability to effectively express my thoughts is driving me crazy
- You can pulp a story but you cannot destroy an idea.
- Paul McCartney: Driving USA
- I'll Tell You a Story
- I Am Driving My Car into the Sun: a cross-country nodermeet
- Fire extinguisher stories
- Drunk and refusing to stagger
- Amazing Stories
- Drunk as a skunk
- jump story
- Dealing With Drunks at Bus Stops
- Songs of West Side Story
- The Creature from the Black Lagoon
- Story Land
- Awful Green Things from Outer Space
- The true story of how I beat the crap out of King Kong, on top of the Empire State Building
- From Hell
- Jaka's Story
- Erich Fromm
- Mao: The Unknown Story
- Removing wax from clothing
- David's Story
- Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it.
- Cathedral Story
- Drop the hamster and back away from the canary
- Comparing essay about How to Tell Corn Fairies and Blue Silver stories
- Prairie dog self-mutilation
- It really sucks: A Kirby vacuum salesperson's story
- Scenes from an Italian Restaurant
- The Girl from U.N.C.L.E.
- Words Taken From Mythology
- those
- Slipping away from myself
- Your enthralling radiance lights the way for those less lucid than you
- The dwarves from Chrono Cross are a bunch of assholes
- In the eternity it took for those small motions to occur
- Getting slapped in the nuts from behind
- good things come to those who wait
- Person from Porlock
- Effort on behalf of those we love is not work, but prayer disguised
- Moving a SharePoint portal from one drive to another
- I'm in one of those moods again
- Warning from Dual Shock instructions on the Sony Playstation
- For Those Who Like It Rough - Chapter XI
- Fat Men from Space
- Reading Between the Lines: Lessons from the SDMI Challenge
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- From Sidon to Tyre, or Death Surprised
- This product was tested on cute, furry animals with big, sad eyes
- Why we learn from the Gods
- I was promised flying cars
- Kennel From Hell
- In the Beginning was the Command Line
- I was sure it was her
- Your success in life has been predetermined from birth
- Where Once Life Was
- How I rescued a squirrel from drowning
- I could do without it, if I knew what it was
- First letter from Seiji Koga to Yashuma Neiboku, dated 1810
- In the end it was always a stranger's hand
- Ten ways to free yourself from the tyranny of your mouse
- The boy who was picked last in gym class
- needle-sharp, whispered the voice from the cellar
- Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Back from the Sewers
- In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
- Snapshots from poets' high
- Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
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