My guess is something along the lines of a romantic day down at the shooting range where Gramps and Cruella can take turns in shooting pieces of paper and dirt, followed by a greasy burger and fries (super-sized) at a cheap and tacky "restaurant", washed down with a few bottles of Budweiser. Then home in bed asleep by 10pm with no sex.
i think he'll spend the day resisting the violent urge to respond to an obvious troll thread on quake3world.com, before finally surrendering to temptation in the evening, whereupon a 36 page meltdown thread will ensue, followed by him sobbing into a beer and attempting to put together the pieces of his smashed emotions by listening to Josh Groban power ballads