Quit your twitching—Hometown Honey Hall of Famer Danielle Gamba is back!

A good acceptance speech should run the gamut of emotions from cheers to tears. So no apologies are needed from Danielle Gamba when she turns up the sob-knob.

“I’d like to thank my mom,” the 23-year-old says. “I definitely got her legs, but I’m not thankful for my bellybutton. My sister has a much cuter one. Mine needs more flair.”

In spite of that cruel imperfection, you, the FHM reader, have pleaded for more Danielle since she appeared in our June 2005 issue, representing Walnut Creek, CA, in our Hometown Honey competition. And after you voted for her a record three times, Danielle became the first inductee into FHM’s Hometown Honey Hall of Fame. Our first task: creating a shrine. Our second: giving a righteous tribute to the girl who bragged about being booted from her high school cheerleading squad for streaking.

“Everyone knows about the streaking now, so I think I’ll start marking my territory in all the major cities,” Danielle says. “San Francisco is done, L.A. will happen soon and I know I’ll be in Vegas in April.”

Gentlemen—mark your calendars!

How does partying turn into streaking?
The first requirement is having a group of like-minded girlfriends. All over Walnut Creek, my friends and I were known as troublemakers, but you’d want to hang with us because you’d want to get in trouble with us. We were hot, we knew how to have fun and we’d kiss each other. That was also a cheerleader thing.

What other sexy pranks have you pulled?
I take pictures of my friends while they’re showering—I’ve done that to about a dozen girls. I pranked my mom after I met Kato Kaelin at a party. I said he was still living with O.J. Simpson and I was going to move into the guesthouse with him. She freaked out about the O.J. part.

What job offers have come out of your FHM appearances?
It seems to be a lingerie year for me. I was asked to be in an Escante lingerie catalog and do the Lingerie Bowl. Plus, I’m coming out with my own line of lingerie called Bambi. That’s what my mom was going to name me.

Why didn’t Bambi Gamba stick?
My dad was watching The Price Is Right and saw a hot girl named Danielle. That totally blew my mom’s idea of naming me Bambi out of the water. Plus, if I was Bambi Gamba, I’d have to go by a nickname because Bambi sounds totally stripper-ish. I think it’s cute for a lingerie line, though. The pieces I made in college were always the most revealing in my class. I was always asked by guys to try them on. Sometimes by girlfriends too.

Does FHM fame come with a price?
I don’t get recognized at the grocery store, but every time I get on a plane, someone says something. One flight attendant said, “Honey, you’re gorgeous. The pilot is single. Are you single? Because he’s really cute.” I was like, “Oh, I’m not single”—even though I was. I got a couple of beverages out of it, though.

What do other guys comment on?
My freckles, surprisingly. I grew up thinking that they’d fade, but I kept getting more and more. You don’t expect a guy to say, “Whoa, I like your freckles,” but I get a lot of compliments on them. And my tush. The dance classes must help.

Now that you’ve established yourself as an FHM Hometown Honey Hall-of-Famer, how do you plan on keeping it real?
I’m naturally down-to-earth. This morning, I went to the store for eggs, cleaned my kitchen floor and vacuumed. I vacuum in lingerie. It’s less restricting, which works for a lot of chores, actually.