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Ever wanted to take an IQ test? Find out who's your inner rock star? Discover whether you're as great a date as you think you are? Do you need a makeover? Wanna find out which one of The Golden Girls do you most resemble? Or how you can simplify your life?

Check out Tickle.com. It calls itself the number-one destination for self discovery. It has a premium test section where, for a fee, you can take "PhD certified" tests. Whatever that means. But for free, there are all sorts of tests to take that, while they aren't much more than Cosmo-caliber quizzes, aren't a bad way to waste a few minutes and get an occasional laugh.

OK. I acknowledge that if you really want to simplify your life, you could stop reading silly blogs.

But then you wouldn't know that the Golden Girl I'm most like is (ugh) Dorothy (ughughBea Arthur), that my bar personality is "friendly regular" (insert Cheers theme song here), and that my inner rock star is Sade (who?).

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