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hit it over the head with russell's teapot 

When the fact that a girl is incredibly hot is overshadowed by her fervent Christianity. Even though you would love to have sex with her, her religiosity is so overpowering that you would much rather just talk some sense into her.

This makes a reference to Russell's teapot, a thought experiment meant to demonstrate that non-belief in religion is the rational choice.
Man, Caitlin is so hot, I would totally hit it... hit it over the head with Russell's teapot, that is.
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Punch the monkey's head in 

To stroke one's penis vigorously, particularly the head; to masturbate; to jack off; to flog one's self; to "take care of business"; to wank
Little Johnny was about to punch the monkey's head in when his mum walked into his room unannounced causing much embarrassment for both parties

There's Poo-Poo In the Head 

A fictional, phoney-bologna, fake made-up song sung to the tune of the children's song, "The Farmer in the Dell".
Sung when you lift the toliet lid and find that some total asshaberedasher has left a big fat shit in the bowl and failed to flush.
♫ There's poo-poo in the head
♫ There's poo-poo in the head
♫ Don't forget to flush again ♫
♫ There's poo-poo in the head

fire coming out of the monkey's head 

A song off Gorillaz's second album, Demon Days (or "Daemon Days"), which is narrated by Dennis Hopper. It is more of a story with music playing than a song. Either way, it is an entertaining tale of greedy invaders mining a once peaceful island.
Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head, by Gorillaz.

(Dennis Hopper)
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

(2D)
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead

(Dennis Hopper)
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.

(2D)
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now

wet the baby's head 

To celebrate the birth of a baby with a drink of alcohol or more usually an excuse for a drinking spree.
Congratulations Bill! How about we go out tonight to wet the baby's head?

Touch the owl's head

Thumbing a semi into a hairy bush.
Brad was so drunk he had to touch the owl's head with the 70's disco dancer.

Let's put the head back on the chicken 

When something has gone out of direction or purpose (like a headless chicken) it's time to put the headback on the chicken.
We have lost track of our followers and are starting to lose them – Let's put the head back on the chicken