Transcendental whoopsy daisy grass...

Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttt....

I was a happy cow in Goloka, just vibing—munching on divine grass, giving milk for Krishna’s laddus. Life was perfect. Then one day, someone left the gate open. I wandered off, saw some fresh, transcendental grass, and thought, “Wow, this stuff is incredible!” For a split second, I forgot about Krishna and was just really into that grass. POOF. Next thing I know, I’m stuck in the material world, cycling through endless lifetimes, struggling just to remember Krishna. Tough luck, I guess. Won’t be making that mistake again.