One of the most important rule in the Depraved Girl's code is that you've got to blindly follow your girlfriends into battle, even if they're on a suicide mission.

Now this rule could apply to something as simple as holding up your drunken friend as she takes a piss squat in the alley behind the crowded club (and long bathroom line) so she doesn't get pee on her new Chie Mihara platform pumps (been there), or going on a stalk-a-palooza of her latest lust's favorite bars and clubs all weekend.

Even if it's late Sunday night and you've got a two day hangover, she gets a tip that the dirty hot douche is at Crown Bar, you tear youself away from True Blood and your second bottle of wine and you go. Even if he's a cheat who's broken her heart time and time again, you slap a smile and a couple extra pounds of concealer on your face, pop a Ritalin and you do everything you can to help her get what she wants, even if what she wants is bad for her.

Good dick is hard to come by (pun intended) so my fellow depraved girls and I always agreed it was "dicks before chicks." If your pal has the chance to get some, you should be happy for her vagina instead of pissed that she was ditching you. After all, she'll do it for you when the situations are reversed!