In which the vagina is so overcome with sheer joy that a constant river of tears flows out of it.
Smith walked into the club wearing his best tuxedo. A few select women were leaving snail trails and he had an idea this would be a good night. Late that night one of the female's he had his eye on said to him, "Smith do you think you can make my vertical smile cry?" Having a good idea she wanted her taco to cry they hastily headed for the the door. Later that night Smith left that woman's crying taco streaming with tears as if she were at a funeral.