With extra whipped

So I just got back from lounging around Starbucks with my dear friend Jeannie--remember her? She's about the wittiest person I know (and I'm not just saying that as a suckup because I told her where to find this blog). It's been a while since we got together, so we caught each other up on various crap, and I told her about what the Acupuncturist said.

J: You don't need to hear that shit. Karma shmarma.
Me: That sounds like some drink you'd get here.
J: I'll have a venti double-shot Karma Shmarma, please.
Me: With soy.