"Caller number five," the MC summoned a bearish, camouflage-clad man to the stage. "Please give us your rendition of the fly-down cackle.'"
Cupping his hands around his mouth, the subject used an instrument lodged between his tongue and the roof of his mouth to make a noise that sounded like, Cluk. Cluk. Cluk-cluk-cluk-cluk-cluk-cluk-cluk-cluk.... Read more