In my family, we have a joke that is essentially about being a fattie. If any of us are sad or blue, we say, "Go to your happy place... which by the look of you, love, is Greggs." This is pretty much representative of our family dynamic and humour.
The four of us- Mama, Papa and Baby Brother Jack- popped into the Greggs closest to where I live on the way home from a family breakfast. On the way there, there were the obligatory happy place jokes- mainly directed at me.
"Hello again!" I chirruped to the chap behind the counter on the way in.
Papa and Jack looked at each other. "Regular here are you?" they asked. And then the bastards wet themselves laughing.