The sad thing about bad blowies is that they are a perfectly preventable tragedy. There's nothing worse than thinking you're sitting down for a nice plate of filet mignon and getting a cold Happy Meal with soggy fries. May I offer disappointing blowjobs as exhibit B? Namely, all of the worst things in life also happen to be free. There is an unfortunate flip side to this idea, however. I can't really think of a better way to spend my time than getting blown, cards on the table. If someone asked me to prove that some of the best things in life are free, I'd have to choose a really good blowjob as exhibit A.
