Jim Bedwetter, a reporter for Inslide Business, spotted Ms. O'Leary in South Carolina in the company of a man known only by the name "Barfly" . When Jim approached the two, a clearly inebriated O'Leary yelled "I'm on holiday. It's a cultural exchange so feck off!" Barfly kicked Jim in the groin and the two jumped into a pickup truck and drove to an undisclosed location.
From a van parked across the street, undercover agents were able to pick up this conversation from inside the house. "Yehaaww another left turn" O'Leary yelled. "That's right Anne, this is NASCAR, they go 'round in circles till somebody wins. Hopefully somebody will crash before that happens."
"How about some jello shots to go with that rum Anne?" Barfly yelled. "Fer fucks sake, what are ya waiting for, serve 'em up!" Ms. O'Leary then downed 5 jello shots and yelled "What's next?" A clearly drunken Barfly responded with "I'm going to take you shopping, little lady!"
As soon as agents saw the two approach a local gun shop, a 911 was sent out to the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. After emerging from the store with what can best be described as "a whole lot of heavy weaponry" agents heard Ms. O'Leary yell "Teach me about American football Barfly!"
"Anne, college football is where it's at. The Tennessee VOLS are my favorite team!" Barfly yelled. "Yer kidding me? How can voles play football, their rodents for Christ's sake?" Ms. O'Leary shouted. "No ya eejit, I mean VOLS as in V-O-L-S" Barfly screamed. "These guys are hot, look at those tight pants and those broad shoulders. I love this game!" O'Leary yelled. "Time to grill up some roadkill Anne" said Barfly.
Agents positioned on a grassy knoll observed the two while they ate all manner of critters and consumed massive amounts of alcohol. It appeared as if this was indeed nothing more than a cultural exchange.
"It looks like we finally shook off those peckerheads Barfly" said a clearly relieved O'Leary. "Yeah we sure took the mickey out of those gobshites, didn't we Anne" Barfly laughed. "Here's to a long and fruitful, financially lucrative, cash under the table, future between our two countries!" exclaimed O'Leary, then disappeared into her waiting limo.
As her plane was taking off the sound of a drunken "Boy Howdy!" could be heard all along the tarmac.