Seems like just yesterday we were lamenting Jelly NYC’s draconian decision to outlaw rattlesnakes, hand grenades, and whoopie cushions from the Williamsburg Waterfront during this summer’s string of Pool Parties. Yet here we are, six Sunday shows and two rain interferences later, and there’s been no trench warfare, reptilian-caused deaths, or major incidents of joke-shop flatulence reported this summer. (So good on you, Jelly NYC.) That streak continued this past Sunday with Prince Paul, Gravy Train!!!, dd/mm/yyyy, Del the Funky Homosapien. Sam Horine’s photos from the event are over here; your grade of the saggy-bodied amputee inkjob above, on a scale of one-to-five bad-dragon tattoos, can stay in your head, thanks.