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Don't fuck the head 

Used when a colleague or friend is being too vocal, obnoxiously loud or just blabbering.

Frequently used to end conversations.

abbr: dfth
Mitchell: "You're not gonna believe the machine gun fire I experienced with my poo nuggets this morning. In fact, I was about to stand up and aim, when.."

Srikant: "Dude, don't fuck the head"

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Online usage:

mitch_19_5 says: Wanna know what my rectal exam felt like?
sv3e says: dfth, dude
Don't fuck the head by svee July 15, 2011

Don't wreck your head over it 

Don't overthink it. Don't be petty.
If someone has been nagging you about the same thing over and over like...

"You already have 6 different types of flour, why don't you use the ones you have before buying another one?"

Short answer, "Don't wreck your head over it".

I don’t give a head 

Gianna said “I don’t give a head” if Natalia is at home or not.
I don’t give a head by Raeslay1 December 27, 2021

i don’t give a head 

Don’t Let It Go To Your Head 

Now that you know
How I feel about you
Don't let it go your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no no no no
Now that you know I can't live without you
Don't let it go to your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no no no no
Don't take advantage of my love
Treat me good
Treat me bad
Treat me bad
Now that I'm givin' you every part of me
Don't let go to your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no no no no
'Cause if you're playing games
It would be a shame
Don't break my heart
Don't break my heart
Now that you know how I feel about you
Don’t Let It Go To Your Head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no no no no
'Cause if you're playing games
It would be a shame
Don't break my heart
Don't break my heart
Don't let it
Don't let it
Don't let it
Go
To your head, no no no no

Don't count your chicken heads before they swallow 

This is my adaptation of the old saying "Don't count your chickens before they hatch". It essentially means the same thing which is not to depend/rely on something until you actually posses it, or it has come to fruition (although this has a more sexual and masaginistic twist to it).
Jeremy Conway, inventor of the jarvik artificial heart, is counting on buying a new car with money he'd potentially make from manufacturing DMT, a highly potent psychedelic tryptamine, in his home laboratory and illegally distributing it on the street to worthless junkies. His intentions are to use his new car to carry out a violent and fatal drive-by shooting on this kid mitch who punked him on some fake molly, a powerful version of the popular rave drug ecstasy. His lover/best friend, rat-tail, knows there is a high likelihood that a number of things could go wrong and that he might not actually make the money he intends on making and may even get popped or blow up his house during the process of refining the DMT. He says to his home girl rat-tail, "Yo biatch when I get me that sweet 97' Plymouth Prowler we're gonna go bust some caps in 'dem asses son". Rat-tail replies "Yo I know your penis is gargantuan and what not, but how do you know you are going to get that cheddar, to get that ride, to put down those trifling ass punk bitches? I mean all I'm saying Jeremy Conway, inventor of the jarvik artificial heart, Don't count your chicken heads before they swallow".