Today's OneWord: Clamp

He was acting so strangely that I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the laughter. I wasn't sure if he was drunk, or high, or sleep deprived, or all of the above. All I knew was that he was straddling the lamppost, gurgling and making other odd noises from the back of his throat. It wasn't long until the sirens flashed on in reds and blues, and he wailed along with the moans of the police cars.