Roaringfork: "I regard and treat your pussy juice as nothing less than sacramental wine--as nectar of the gods. You requite my worship by spitting my carefully saved cockjuice onto this filthy floor. Would you care to explain the lack of symmetry in the situation?"
Fare Room Waitress: "Mine don't have stuff swimmin' in it".
Ma'am, if you insist that every fluid you ingest be completely free of mobile microorganisms, you're gonna get real thirsty real soon. Can anyone supply a more satisfying justification for the female aversion to swallowing?