Jennifer Lynn Lopez Noa Judd Anthony Affleck (aka JLo) had a temper tantrum

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Jennifer Lynn Lopez Noa Judd Anthony Affleck threw a temper tantrum when she arrived at a Los Angeles gym only to discover the doors were locked and no one was letting her in. She stood outside fuming at the audacity that the place was closed and that it wasn't red-carpet ready with a sea of paparazzi capturing every moment of her grand entrance. After waiting outside for what must have seemed like an eternity someone finally let her in.

When she finished doing whatever she was doing inside (my guess? berating the staff with a new workout routine called, "Don't you know who I am"), she emerged pissed off and dropped an "F" bomb. It was caught on video for posterity and to give Benny something to think about when he gets out of line.

I have to ask this question:  Why in the hell is she going to a gym in Los Angeles when she can work out at her LA chateau? JLo and Bennisito Affleck recently bought a 38,000 sq ft mansion for $60 million in Los Angeles. The mega mansion has 12 bedrooms, 24 baths, a basketball court, boxing ring, full gym, pickle ball court, sports lounge, theater, pool, spa, and anything else you can imagine.  

Let's focus on their full gym which I'm sure employs a professional trainer and staff on-call. I'm certain it has every piece of equipment you can buy, including VHS tapes of Richard Simmons "Sweating to the Oldies". Plus, she can easily get in a 5k run by chasing Benny around the house to get dressed for their daily pap stroll. 

If I owned their palace, I sure as hell would not be slumming at my local gym where I have to wipe down some asshat's sweat off the machines or deal with morons who can't be bothered to return equipment where it belongs. 

I don't get it. 

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