Posted on 11/12/2015 3:50:50 PM PST by markomalley
Jared Fogle's attorneys asked a judge for leniency Thursday, saying in court documents that the former Subway pitchman "is profoundly sorry" as he awaits sentencing on child pornography and sex-crime charges.
Fogle's lawyers are asking for a five-year prison term at next week's sentencing, the minimum they said they would seek when he agreed in August to plead guilty to one count each of travelling to engage in illicit sexual conduct with a minor and distribution and receipt of child pornography.
Prosecutors submitted their own sentencing memorandum Thursday requesting a 12 ½-year term - the most they'd agreed to seek under the plea deal - and a lifetime of supervision following his release.
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Is he using the “meatball marinara on Italian bread” defense?
well he was profoundly sorry
12 1/2 years in prison?
His victims were not even 12 1/2 years old!
As long as he is in the general population I don’t care if it’s 12 minutes.
He is trying to make the offenses into a lettuce sub with no calories
Prison Bitch
by Rodney Carrington
They say our love is taboo,
that what we’re doing is wrong.
But I don’t care what they say,
‘cause my love is so strong.
They tell us we should be ashamed,
we’re not husband and wife.
But I cherish each moment with you,
I’m so glad you’re in my life.
You’re my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
you’re not like other men
I’m glad we share a prison cell,
when lights go out at ten
I can’t escape the way I feel, now that would be a crime.
As long as I am doing you,
I don’t mind doing time.
Cause your my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
And I have no regrets.
I got you for a candy bar, and a pack of cigarettes.
At first you were resistant, but now you are my friend,
I knew that I would get you in the end
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
I guess that you were sent from up above.
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
And now you are my prisoner of love.
(prison b**ch singing:)
I’m your prison b**ch, your prison b**ch.
And you’re a sex machine.
I only have but one request, how ‘bout some vaseline.
I’m tired of this prison cell, I need to get away.
They sentenced me to seven years,
not seven times a day.
I’m your prison b**ch, your prison b**ch.
You nymphomaniac, I really hate these knockers,
that you’ve tattooed on my back.
I thought that I could break away, but now I’m losing hope.
And God I’m tired of picking up the soap
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
Turn out the lights ‘cause I can hardly wait.
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
When I get out, I’m ready to go straight.
You’re my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
I’ll never say good-bye.
You’re not like all the others,
too bad they had to die.
On second thought, I think I’ll stay if you want me to,
your prison b**ch is never leaving you.
At first you were my cell mate,
but now you’re my soul mate.
So come here baby, come here!
Oh no! Not again!
Now I know why they call you a hardened criminal.
Hang on! You about to find out why they call this the “pokey”.
No, not the footlong, just 6”! Aye carambaaaaaaah!
Won’t matter if he goes to Gen Pop, he’ll last less than a week.
Eat fresh
Get a rope....
In a perfect world. Dime to dog-nuts he goes into segregation.
I’ve been talking with my uncle about this who has done has fair amount of time in the Fed Pen. He said that things have changed since the 80s and 90s and that the Feds go out of their way to protect “Chomos” is the Fed Pen.
The Feds actually have prisons (Tuscan is one) that houses nothing but child molesters. As my uncle put it, “the Feds take care of their Chomies.”
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