A member of a tightly knit group of disc golf friends known for stomping through rough terrain, waffle-patterned shoe prints, and relentless pursuit of birdies.
The Waffle Stompers hit the course at 7 a.m.—coffee in one hand, putter in the other.
When you're running out of gas pounding your girl and asks you to go harder. You then pull out and give her Arby's Roast Beef flaps a one-two-three combo consisting of a punch, slap, and kick
Jessica: OMG Brittany, you look worn out today, what happened?
Brittany: Zach hit me with the Manhattan Waffle Stomper last night and fucked me up