Julianne Hough Is At The Gym. Again.

We should really check Julianne Hough's birth certificate now, because what kind of American goes to the gym everyday? Is there a Sonic inside? I don't get it. Not that it matters because whenever she leaves the gym now she's surrounded by paparazzi who have been given a single mandate: DAT ASS. I bet if you licked it you'd be able to tell the future or pick up Thor's hammer.